Secondhand SurrenderA Poem by The Winter GreyTo every heart, beating or cold...We are souls, who are bound in blood and bone. Hypocrites, we are traitors to our own. Petty cruelties that the dark hearts devise. Whispering to me the whitest of lies.
Lifestyles of the lurid, eternity undone. I am the patron saint of prodigal sons.
Forbidden fruit, blood spilled in our Eden. Bless the curse, that showed us what we needed. Poise and penance of unworthy intent. Without the virtue of holy consent.
Of cadence and candour, all rise and all part. You are the portrait of the erstwhile heart.
If sight was given to the blind man, Would he ever close his eyes again?
If life was given to the dead man, Would he ever learn to truly live?
If my heart has seen the light, Why do I feel so lost tonight? © 2011 The Winter GreyFeatured Review
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Added on December 21, 2011Last Updated on December 21, 2011 AuthorThe Winter GreyCoffeevilleAboutName: Dalton Lee Marks Age: Unknown Height: Quite short. Weight: Quite light. Hair: Black, curly, too long for its own good. Eyes: Light blue, encircled by a halo of darker blue. Rel.. more..Writing
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