Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Only the Lonely

Ripe and rife with hostile resentment
Bent toward sad ironies
(But not knowing them as such)
Happy to be sad
Happier still to be mad
Oh the lonely hearts who call
Desperate in the middle of the long
Seeking retribution for losses
Long ago incurred
Clamoring for justice, equality
And the soothing of their bruised egos
How they laugh
Unsure of tomorrow
Sure that it will come
And bring another chance
To cry into the sky
Of their shattered innocence
Boogie on my soulless brothers

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