obsolete - gone - dead
are the days of being held
by the invisible bonds
of your affectionately rehearsed lines - lies
whispered in ears made dumb and deaf
for wanting to believe
performed before eyes swollen and blind - cold
a result of naively being led
-not against my will
but with the approval seal
of a nod and a thousand smiles
Fuck off - I wont let you hurt me
a vow made too weakly and late
I'm trying. Build a great wall
to protect you from my insides
and me from your lines
But my efforts were destroyed somewhere
In a heartbreak along the way.
small tragedy.
I'll sweep up the mess and begin again. A new master for a soul bred to please.