Twisted Heart

Think of the pain,
Think of the eyes that are 
bleeding with blame,
Think of the game.

Think of the lie,
Think of the gold-plated
Skull in the sky.
Think of the fright.

Think of the dare.
That moment of thought
and that moment of care.
Think of that scare.

Think of the past,
Think of the memories
Burning at last,
Think of that mast.

Think of the love,
Lost in the distance and
burning above.
Think of the dove.

Think of what's lost,
In sentence your thought has 
been thrown up and tossed.
Think of the cost.

Think of your pain.
I've taken your heart,
And returned it again.
Remember my game.

Boneata Bell
02/03/2014

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