blood stained tears
that cover the hands
of lethargy
deaf to the cries
of blatant pain
screaming for love
cutting flesh with mirrors
of self-love
that promise happiness
reaching the mountain top
of bliss
~euphoria~
flotation devices
in the blood of the fallen
...till the storm approaches
and the waves
beat them to the bottom of emotion
weighed down
by the anchor of self-loathing
...too late to be saved
by the love of the Real
love them NOW
before they drown
and their blood
is on your hands
6/8/11
Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson
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