Lullaby of Addictions
The tainted child of many faces
is lulled to sleep by the sound of stinging rain
against her skin
and the pavement boils, underneath her hands,
from the warmth it stole from her flesh.
Impassive eyes, that won't cease to stare,
watches her warily
searching for a movement,
a trace of life; a threat.
There's no longing in her heart
no craving for things she's never had;
food is meaningless, love is just a word
and numbness can be bought
for a piece of her soul.
But now the tainted child sleeps,
she's safe in her dreams,
while we're still afraid
that she might wake up again.
Poetry by True Words Embellished
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Written on 2005-11-21 at 13:31
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