here it is yours you can have this that is useless and dead to me
do with it what you will as others have done use it up
and toss it to trash or burn it as if it were vile to you
take it or tear it from me either way as your will sees
fit to choose for it is useless and dead to me
it does not keep me warm or bring joy and light
it is always cold so cold frozen through eternal night
i hear no songs or music with tantric rhythems of feeling
take it i care for it no more
take it this heart that encages and enrages and smothers
for joy of pain
take it this heart that beats only the sound of the dead....
Written By Greg Rogers
Posted on 09/20/12
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