Alienation

OpheliaI’m used to making something out of nothing With these hands and arms I’ve wrought From shards of shattered plaster And the broken hearts I’ve caughtOphelia
Caught in nets I forged from iron bars Knotted with lengths of wired quills Crisscrossed through ice cold oceans Of innocence lost of feeble wills
Wills t’were thrust against cruel stone walls Undressed through scrutiny and bitter looks Masked in lust as a lover’s kind embrace
Allowing traitors to embed their biting hooks
Hooks of venom engraved with pain Rooted to bleed away soft purity Sla
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