Guzzle down my anguish
Leave me in despair
Enthralled in your emotions
Yet you have none to spare

Chrysanthemum addiction
Like the beauty bittersweet
And while my heart bleeds pounding
I have yet to hear the beat

Masochistic processes
A thought we grant appeal
Yet now another judge is victim
And the jury is revealed

Why basic, why not boring...
Not complex but child's play
And why not swings or monkey bars
Why are simple things okay

Desolate and ruined
A task is prone to fail
For I've the waves to wave upon at night
And cabinets full of ale

I've the reason for a rhythm
And the beat that never sounds
Quite frankly, all that’s never bitten
Is the dog that never bounds

For he may leap for prowess
When others beg and plead
May he a barren foe, to others
For a stark and savage breed

To him I grant a poem
Much like a piece of art
To the statistic that he has become
I've written on the charts

I've outlined this forgetfulness
With a simple shade of bliss
And marked a white out for the pleasantries
I've italics for the kids

I've circled homes with bloody tales
A background check on hate
I've resurrected children
Who are left with empty plates

And blessed as this line grows tall
Thy own will take a bend
And sing pity to the passing days
For a day that never ends

I blessed thee, for past remorse
The firefighters goal

With the harsh reality

Of saving life...

Upon his soul

 
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