Terminal Grace

Someone once said they loved me

but I can’t be precise

about the identity

of so many

palms up, eyes pleading

Please believe

paper heart pinned to his sleeve

beseeching my acceptance

to fall for romantic illusion

their names and faces merge into a dirty smear

on my clean white sheet of needy gullibility

these givers of everlasting, soul consuming adoration

It may have been the fifth

or was it the sixth

that painted the indelible

cynical

smirk

in permanent painful

broken hearted marker

on my inside face

the personal one that can see through the sham

with terminal grace

 

 

 

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Sleeper

Who

What

Where

Why

Tell the truth

now don’t you lie

just sink your teeth in nice and deep

and let the blood of angels seep

while you and I fall fast asleep

you’ll hear the devil’s laugh and creep

When you decide to leave

the darkness where you dwell

You’ll learn there is nothing to believe

and nothing left to sell