Darkened hours lost of love,
lost of understanding.
Hardened kisses none to soft,
endlessly demanding.
Felt has chains red of rust,
locked between the weldings.
Forced love is horror on the soul,
and blissfully ungiving.
Has I scream out to let you know,
Life has a slaves not living.
Days to weeks to months to more,
all years just keep combining
The seconds ticks are heard with ears,
while all the clocks unwinding.
Wretched of blood my heart is ringed,
no mint upon my pillow.
Constantly my echoes sing
Amongst the leaves of willows.
I'm such a broken fellow.
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Truly, forced love is a horror on a soul