Tuesday, 28 August 2012

Truth Be Told


Be told oh truth
Calmed this seethe be
That the pierce of peace
May thrust deep
To sew up the dent within

Posses me oh legion of truth
Engulf me in thine beauty
Be the song, beautiful I sing
Bring forth this pricking pain
And heal the murderous incision

This suicide by will I take
To seal the gaping wound
To let mine heart burst
Truth to set free
That in death I may live

Let it be known that I
Son of the bull fell
The thud stole away
The shell round my heart
And with a taste of pain, I writhe

Let truth be told
That you, dearest you
Pushed me down
Inflicted this wound deep
Yet subconsciously did so

From wasting save it
Tell me it’s safe
That though I may fall
Further down
Your grasp will be there.

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