cost

What was secretly reflecting

In this mad and lonely rage

In this desperate condition

In this spattered, ink stained page

What was lurking in the shadows

Of the delicate remorse

In the stingy retribution

Of the silent shutting doors.

I have heard its giggling madness

I have felt it, warm, demure

Drawing in and sweet caressing

Acting like it has no lure

Wet and sumptuous the taste of

What it lays upon my tongue

Like raging choirs of angels

Like a million songs it sung.

It has led me to your bedside

It has pulled me to your arms

It has made me scream in anger

It has made me lay down, tharn

It has pulled me to the lowest

It has flew me oh so high.

It is only what I’ve given

It is only what I’ve tried

It is deeper than the look

Given by children when they pray

It is wider than the battle

that cannot escape the fray

It is keener than an eagle

Honing in upon its prey

It is dark, obtuse and shallow

Hiding out from light of day

It will bring me to my knees and

It will make me leap so high

It will cause my feeble voice to

roar, cause evil things to rise

It will take away my air yet

Draw out my last lonely breath

To step in front of you and

Shake my fist at looming death

And it will bring to me emotion

I knew not that I possessed

Ignite a fire that all the world

Cannot yet suppress

I am standing in the ashes

Of a life I thought I lost

On my arm a vision standing

For whom I pay, yet count no cost.