Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The Knave's Plain Face

I am the villain
and, oh, the guilt
something to take away the feeling
a placebo to get over it

for time, there is no cure
only death's morbid allure
the once sweet smelling flower's
aroma now has no power

in the depths within a soul
once floundering but bright
is a dark and empty hole
and will never see the light

such a strange and empty word
penance, silent and unheard
far fetched forevermore
drowned and washed ashore

I am the villain
and, oh, the guilt
never lose that feeling
never get over it

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