Blackened Hearts
Keep your dissension
to yourselves
stop projecting,
so sick of deflecting
If what you were feeling
was absolutely genuine
life would make sense
instead of just marking time
Never would think
to stoop to some level
like intimidation tactics
or poising to mettle
Can't create any more chaos
in a world holding no surprises
so besides a look that despises,
blackened hearts can only expire
mathiasthom
written 4/17/11
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