take life, o master of the house
peel the brown skin of sunshine days
now burned in so many ways
walk the melancholic miles
passing those memories, the piles
of smouldering bones to douse
with no sweetened pill
see the traits in captured souls
through transparent hearts, so quiet
an unrelenting quenching of stars
not matched by born intellect
to translocate or protect
here then is no circle to revere
nor deity to fear
but a mere accumulation of scars
for this is life as it will
having the fractures and holes
eating a godless diet
©2009 Hey Hey
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