on hate

wire string heart

the rash came back

the pain it grew

when i look back

the lovers knew

the tempest grew

when wind whistled

in the wires

hurting as it blew

taking all on in hate

destroying happiness

in its pain

all did burn themselves

upon a flame

an electric shame

all by barbed wire

were hurt

to the earth

a shrug of lameness

a drop of blood

the cactus gained

still deformed

it grows

the wind faceless

without a name

and still, it's quiet

but it rages lashing out

insight of anyone on a day

wee heartache

don't drink the wine

that's by your side

that's how his pain

is put upon

fair maidens

thats the game he plays

he breaks the heart of one that's true

he takes it rapes it

whisks it away

and though for you the shadows grew

for him it stays the same