Books upon my shelf
Twisted up fragments
Of moments left in time
Circling screaming vultures
Hear them deafening in my mind
All the broken promises
Like the books kept on a shelf
Entrapped raw emotions
Sold purely for ones wealth
Open flesh wounds
Scattered like the patchwork quilt
That you made for me this day
When you took those books
Upon my shelf …
Tainted-Muse © 2004
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