Hearts

[mokaroeverwell]

Blood of the bleeding hearts
they still flow from pointless parts.
The valley where misery sleeps
has plenty blades upon the steeps.
With every step painful at most
no aspirin to grant an overdose.
Travel to the mocking goose
around the neck a tightly held noose.

Bleed the hearts full of blood
they beat for the darkest listless mud.
The river made from maiden tears
dreams of black vagrant nightmares.
Crossing the ravaging beast at day
all hope that the daylight will stay.
Crashing under the whelm of the fog
dying from the bite of a rabid dog.

The Hearts of bleeding blood
all over the white rose garden.
They stain the chains of the gates
to grant the Messiah fair pardon.
With honey crust over old wounds and sores
the teeth and tongues of many licking to my core.
The thought of him and of noble desire,
destroys the whole heart upon misplaced fire.