Post by Ophelia on Jun 28, 2009 19:46:39 GMT -5
Greed, by Sae. o:
like groping blind women, they paw at the ground,
searching for their place through shy vibrations and steadfast sound,
what promise is this that pulls them forth,
into a papered and metal rope,
that squeezes tightly their manufacted hope;
bubbling avarice or need for worth?
their fingers clenched 'round green blades,
more lethal than knives and as spiteful as knaves,
cutting their gentleness to leave callouses;
even they with small infections are fed to hissing serpents in brimstone chalices.
and so their hearts calcify, a placeholder with no sensitivity,
ghosts of past concern watch them bleed out passion and luminosity,
see how their emotions harden to deadened stone
and watch as they bloat, sour, and crone.
like groping blind women, they paw at the ground,
searching for their place through shy vibrations and steadfast sound,
what promise is this that pulls them forth,
into a papered and metal rope,
that squeezes tightly their manufacted hope;
bubbling avarice or need for worth?
their fingers clenched 'round green blades,
more lethal than knives and as spiteful as knaves,
cutting their gentleness to leave callouses;
even they with small infections are fed to hissing serpents in brimstone chalices.
and so their hearts calcify, a placeholder with no sensitivity,
ghosts of past concern watch them bleed out passion and luminosity,
see how their emotions harden to deadened stone
and watch as they bloat, sour, and crone.
