A heart hurt is a heart grown
Stretched to the darkest corners of your mind
A mind ripped is a mind won
Evil does not knock, it purrs
I kiss tired shadows who have shown
whats mine is yours, and what we find
is guilt and all fear gone
Love does not ring, it blurs
What is hope but failure’s teacher?
What is love but a gloat?
Who am I when touches blend
And our whisperings turn to stone?