Better

mistrust
distrust
no trust

been blue
been bruised
been used

cracked love
crushed love
no love

feelings gone
all alone
have no home

better this way
no piper to pay
with myself I lay

won’t be shamed
nor called names
play no games

just want peace
pain to cease
dark oblivion’s release

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Damaged Goods

hear ye, hear ye,
what will ye give
for this thing its master
deemed not fit to live

hear ye, hear ye
what will ye proffer
for this bundle of warm flesh
come, reach deep in thy coffer

hear ye, hear ye,
what will ye pay
for this cast-off chattel
put before you this day

hear ye, hear ye
what will ye render
for this cowed commodity
guaranteed to not engender

hear ye, hear ye
what will ye dole out
for this humbled, broken spirit
for your pleasure, ye can lash, ye can clout

hear ye, hear ye
no takers I see
aye, the goods be damaged
but a spark of life yet remains in she

hear ye, hear ye
a pittance will convey
a gutted candle thee may snuff out
ah, yon gentleman, I see thy hand be raised