Peace by Piece


Oh, wretched mess, do you your beauty see?   

When eyes look down to’ward a crooked beat   

Do they perceive the monster that you be?   

Or place you right next to the master’s seat?   

This horror you have box’ed deep within   

Lives off the spirit hous’ed now inside   

To pump your veins with every deadly sin   

The kind in whispers kept and chained by pride   

You feel it in the shameful breaths released   

A joyful face kept far by selfish ways   

Until an organ aches for the deceased   

And levees break at crimson’s dark display   


Dear wretch, my love, now shattered on the floor   

You asked and sought, now knock upon the door.   


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