A SPADE IN THE FACADE (An Original Poetry)
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Delicate embers so intricate,
like myrrh to the nostrils,
making the true self,
levitate into a state of meditation,
to purge within,
is like a flood in the heart,
all the pain like bleach,
to the tenderest of floors
breathing toxins In the of love,
till our lungs becomes a charade
The daughters of Delilah,
are all we crave,
the coldness in their eyes,
is like a beautiful death,
calling to us like moth to the flame
we're flamingoes with embargo,
desperate for a deadly mullato,
but at the end,
we're lamb shanks for dinner
consumed In a swoop
by the things we adore.
There is a spade in the facade
a blindness in our sight,
crawling through,
like a bough, braking forth,
we're like cows led to abbatoirs,
slaughtered by friendly feeling
stacked into a corner
bleeding out, voiceless
till our screams hits echoes
and we're silent without a thud.
There's a spade in the facade,
a wedge like a blockade,
blinding us,
like haze and mirage
the pit of the stomach
is filled with emptiness
writhing like a dying snake
from cuts and wounds
endlessly like a millennium
in life's abyss.