Sad without Love*
Darkness as life comes from its underneath
Gnashing and clawing from the outer ones
Ignorance flows, as who will be king of the mountain?
It pushes many away and the Love in heart dies
The one that comes of it all is in the corner pinned
To save face one more day
This is that one's future
Insecurity of a world bankrupt
The rose is no longer
The thistle becomes of the rose
No handle in shock
Love was here but the nail came with blood overflowing
Love comes back to grow once again, grow from Love
Dom*Colucci 2011
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