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Translucent and stripped,

Shackled and whipped,

Pure becomes rotten,

Promises to God are forgotten.



Left out on the cracked pavement is the innocence of childhood,

Conceal every scar and stitch up every mistake only if he could.

The burden he once carried has now been lifted by an angel draped in black,

The wounds now etched into his trembling body, the emotional swords now stabbed into his feeble back.

Fragile skin sliced and stretched over white and bitter bones,

The cries of exhausted triumph are unfamiliar tones.

His heart burns with the anticipation of yesterday,

A perfect little drug takes all his pain and washes it away.



Liberated and reborn,

Shattered and torn,

Two becomes one,

Promises to himself are undone.



His smiles and screams flow freely in her eyes,

Time stands still as his innocence permanently dies.

The bloodstained bed is merely a stage, catching light like a cathedral window,

Acting out this tragedy, an immense mistake in which to her he will bestow.

Standing before his God on the precipice of judgement,

The organ sings out his crescendo, for his poor decisions are something he refuses to repent.

He yearns for just one taste of the fig, that all forbidden fruit,

But his impatience and selfishness have left him blind, mechanical, and mute.



Insecure and confused,

Spat out and used,

Reality becomes animated,

Lies to God are created.



His lips are wilting and chapped without her,

It's been too long and the days seem to be all muddled together.

Nothing more than an oil painting left out in the acid rain,

The delicate hues spill off the canvas of his life and leave a permanent gray stain.

Plant the chip in his delicate mind while in her delicate body he plants the seed,

An immature, lost soul failing to accept the difference between want and need.

Striving for love and peace when a brutal war brought upon a vicious attack,

Future is fading away when all he wants is for his caryatid to come running back.



Apprehensive and unstable,

Willing and able,

A prayer becomes a wish,

Lies to himself begin to establish.



And the days never end for him, every second ticking away to arrive again to the same moment in his head,

Heart spilling on the white sheets, a rush of blood to his manhood in a now vacant bed.

She's vanished, packed up and running to commit yet another crime,

Someday down the road maybe they'll meet again for the first time.

When he wakes up in the in morning, he'll notice he is someone else,

One look in the broken mirror and he won?t be able to live with himself.

She's taken all of the clocks with her, their hands always pointing to the same time with a bitter strife,

The last second before the first day of the rest of his life.



-written by Donnie Darkhorse and Catherine D'Amato-