Another Poem by T.K Owens

Another

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To that witch light doth break,
to swallow whole, a darkness within'
to be but hidden among the facade of innocence,
but be known to thine own heart to be filled with falsehoods and wickedness,
To see from the outside this divine decadence to which tho i'st known,
but still you know not the knowledge that fills my head and dances like a slave to music.
Those words, once spoken, to be blown away by the fiercest of tempest, do lie within the walls of this catacomb, never to be spoken aloud to those who would hear.
Those words do part from thine lips silent and lovely,
but only to be betrayed in a subtle way to thine own fears of what lies inside the rogue heart of betrayal to thine own love with another.
Would thou be pleased with the wounds created?
Dost thou leavest this unwarranted love broken?
Prithee tell this heart to forget!
Passion and hunger, anger and sadness,
like the serpent beneath the flower, you become.

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