Skeletons, remnants of history
Rattle in the wind
Down candlelit, dank corridors
Amongst the cobwebs of my mind
Upon the shelves of logic, blowing dust into the space
Works of 'Tragic Loss' and 'Pain' and 'Hate'
Along with a thousand nameless faces
A bibliotheque of words and phrases, long ago used and discarded
Oil paintings of former lovers, painted behind the eyelids
Foraging in this feral place, trying to find a state of mind
Look through books of torture, see the hanging hopes
And realise why love is blind
Locked in a vault, in a darkened corner, the principles of Love
Along with a ghostly apparition, of that fella from above
This creation state, I hereby name ' Cerebral Subterfuge '
Lost along the highways here, one day maybe we'll find you
Cobwebs grew to hide the pain, that cracked and chipped the paint
But the rivers dried and the forest died
And what you see is what remained.
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