Guilt and duty, walking
hand in hand.
Part of what it means to be a man.
Twisted love, another slice of pain.
Clarity gone up in dying flames.
Pleasure spent in days
A parent mustn't seem uncouth.
Sexual and sensuous,
the best is laid aside.
The healing of hands revoked
around the world wide.
Two lovers bent and broken by
the shadows lying on the other side.
Marriage vows, a paper
Suffer for a contract made in youth.
Sacrifice - their one god makes it so.
His lover left within a painted world.
And they wonder where the
feel of love
has gone. Judgment - only right and wrong -
there is no in between. The mean is gone,
and meaning can't exist within a self-
The hour of death is drawing
Love let go within a silent sigh.
Guilt and duty, walking hand in hand.
Just part of what it means to be a man.
Love nothing more than
just a faded memory
that melts away in man-created time...
? Michaelette ?
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