...Curtains of Hidden Sin

By SolApathy

Sinister
Sorrows
Broken
Tomorrows
Dried out river-bed tears
Dry as a lost hope ravine
Burned out as cracks replace the stream
Fractured fault lines -Scars of a time we tried
Impeccable clean showroom sheen
For the ones who have never seen
They’ll Never know the battle scars beneath our sheets
Scythe hidden behind the curtains- -Drawn
As blood drips well into the dawn
Twisted dance of a world gone wrong
Whishing a whisper would rebel
Rip insanity from this broken shell
A vile voyage of tempestuous sin
It begins once that door closes again
No more witnesses to adore
A hand takes you to the floor
In the end though-- you’ll settle the score

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Published on Wednesday, January 31, 2018. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...The lock was always broken you know, but never did we ever...Go

Comments on "...Curtains of Hidden Sin"

On Wednesday, December 11, 2019, sadistic intent hex (206) wrote:

wonderfully written great choice of words true skills
On Saturday, February 3, 2018, dwells (4177) wrote:

Leaves the imagination to run wilder with each stanza Sol; conjuring up some images that leaves the reader to only imagine at the eventual outcome of this descent into ...Cheers my friend! - Dan
On Thursday, February 1, 2018, midnights voice (957) wrote:

Scores are for people who keep count , can't forget , are never forgiving , and innocent in their own eyes .