the heart hid behind his flesh tissue made of emotion,
the lock cast from deception the door made of devotion,
chains made of dispair and sorrow coated in pain,
a life of regret in time has manufactured the veins,
oxygen a compound of relentless hate and wrath,
blood is fury and the heart soaks itself in the bath,
the bones a mixture of deprivation along with gloom,
the soul a flower of affection that died before it bloomed,
the flesh a hand-me-down from poverty and neglection,
the eyes the key to the heart waiting for resurrection...
leave links ill return the favor