Lover’s Lament

Desert my heart

Oh you lowly coward 

Be gone

Cause that despicable heart is 

a barren promise a frozen land a blackened meaning  

Your heart drips 

with poison blood

Pours it out of pores pumps

pumps into your vein

The vile nourishing sustenance

Resonates through your soul

Whispers tales of betrayals

Only now I hear it

How could I have been such a fool

Handing my poor heart to you

When it is so crystal clear It was not meant to be

Your heart is a dry withered land

Does not throb to the vibrant beats of life

It Is Nothing A Red Heart Of Mine Could Cure

My heart bleeds with hundred wounds 

From poised words pointless promises pointed abandon

Pullulated in the pinnacle of our love

To this moment

The blood drips

and 

drips

Into a plethora plate full of broken hearts

Left in your wake

My hurtful heart still pumps cherry hot blood 

Of passion pain pungent perfidy

Boils my blood 

To a crescendo

Of the highest mountain

The song

Igniting a fire a fury

Of the fiercest volcano

Oh how could I have been such a fool

Handing my poor heart to you

You, the lowly bastard

My mistake

My pain

My pathetic lament

Inspiration

Nothing concrete inspired this piece. Rather I was playing with language more than anything.

Process

Stream of consciousness.