TBT: Rape and Pillage

As words pour from my mind onto the page, and I wait,

like wine for the world to better with age.

It’s only effect is drunkening like the taste of burning whisky.

The door to everlasting love is locked and I don’t hold the key.

I cry desperately into the dark and wait longingly for a faint answer.

Still no sound comes from the black abyss that is love.

 

Despite my self advice I continue digging a hole in the sand.

Wave upon wave of dirty salty water spoils my plans.

To build around myself the mightiest of fortresses.

Time after time my walls crash down as a soft breeze passes.

I will never stop the rape and pillage of my heart.

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