Saviour of nothing

By Wolk

Make me feel hate,
Make me feel love,
Make me a real person,
Before im torn apart.

Give me images,
Give me sounds,
Give me what i never had,
The real heart.

You are not real,
You are not a real girl,
You are not real,
You are not there for me to feel.
Nothing inside you is real.

Leaves scattered around
The tears smothered in the field
No more wait, to get healthy
Seemingly absurd deal not just for the poor but also the wealthy

Truth burns,
It isn`t just words.
The paper, the memories,
All shoved into urns,
No more right turns.
Forgotten time, forgotten faces,
Never got anyone into new places.
When you closed your eyes,
And inhaled your last breath,
You got forgotten, your words are not to be read.

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© 2009 Wolk
Published on Wednesday, July 1, 2009.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: This is wonderful, a true and clear image of what lies behind the facade of piety and Christian Zeal, perfect Sacrelige.

  • urbanhumility On Saturday, July 4, 2009, urbanhumility (1158)By person wrote:

    brilliant.....swift and intelligent.....the parallel of want and deficit are perfect.........well done

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