Submitted by : repenter86 on Think

Almost flawless, designed by heart, rich in blood, pain
Few if any, comprehend, take and bend, break or hold.
Sleek tear drops fall from windows, dark as midnight skies,
Caressing anger, feeding hate with golden fingertips.
Amused and silent, addictively violent, pure as filtered rain.
Enveloped and sealed with a kiss of death, no lie.
Stained soul like white feathers cast among life’s smoke.
Stung dreams that melt along with hope forming a monsoon in the psyche,
Muse follows, unhinged or deluded, it matters not.
A shard of life enters another, a splinter of love, hate.
Who can speak fluent and tranquil like one’s conscience?
But then, who can lament and curse like one’s conscience?
Almost flawless, but it can be taught, be even cracked and swept aside.
The dust and foundations however shall remain and forever tempt the weak.