Through grace, through dreams
Tarnished blood by salt
In waves of tears.
Wounds never bleed
Just grin beneath the purple skin.
And you're reluctant to let anyone in
Like meat needles hiding heroin.
But we're calm and noble
And avert frustration
Like intoxicated gods of warmth
That seer across your nation.
We see the bite marks
On your weary heart
Of venom darkened tissue
Or of lack of human counterpart.
Yet be careful, stranded soul
The righteous die fast
In this world of pigs and whores
So we wait in silence
Writing sonets on your walls
Patiently making trails around them
Until the day, one cracks or falls.
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