Maiden


The key to your heart in trance in tangled hair
Snapped back the bands and abrogate responses
The diary of FEAR chained in the courtyard of your mind
Dreaming bees hum along as if to threaten…they give pain and pleasure
Hallucinations rip through your thoughts and senses scramble for elusive REASON
Like chained grave diggers in the prison dirt of LIFE
A maiden’s dream is ripped away and bloodied
The world does not care
Put your scars on hold

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