lost in the life of love
lost in the life of love
dead in a sleep swaddled in dream of brilliant blue and green
as helpless fingers are reaching and blinded eyes beseeching
when love was clear and clean and nothing done was obscene
slowly the fantasies leaching as the edges of life are breeching
drifting lost in the life of love hell is below and heaven above
to be trapped in the dire purgatory stripped of hope and glory
watch the soul of a soaring dove captured in a cold iron glove
all wrapt up in the eternal story a hungry hunter and a quarry
strapped to time and to eternity measuring of the finite infinity
a special madness now unraveling the normal become baffling
to clutch to the strings of sanity relying on the pity of humanity
inside echo’s constant babbling upon the hangman’s scaffolding
when love is no longer to be sought with no battles to be fought
the barbed hook is still deep caught in a mind cleared of thought
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