Broken ecstasy – K. B

Broken ecstasy



Broken ecstasy,
Vanished under the boots,
Charity ain’t no good
When varnished tongs
Spit venom everyday.

Of a dark matter
You are all made,
Don’t interrupt the light
Or you’ll head to the dark
Night with no savior.

I know your tricks,
World of hate,
But light grew in me
And love turned me red
On you.

Your charity goes into nothingness
And clowns divert you from the truth;

White collars have the hand on you
While my racing heart is expecting
You, my love lost in these dark times.

I lost your hand, put me back on
And don’t scare me,
Allow us to win in your name!
K. B
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