Absorbed

Garden of shame unknown to me

Where are your thorns hidden?

Biding your time telling lies

To those who will listen

Ears of rot that cannot understand

The words pour out from fetid mouth

I am left starving for half-truths

Yet not even a trace of a white lie

Hold on to your heart’s whispers

Filling the silence with presence

That not even death can claim

Until I rise again.

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