It is torn, crooked, and twisted.
It hangs to one side open to more punishment.
It does not beat a normal rhythm,
my broken

Shall we set our minds a drift

Sitting soundly we humbly shift

Casting chasms rift by rift

Thoughts like icing sugar slowly

Merciful Cruelty

Don’t spare my feelings.
Crush them.
Don’t soften the words.
Make them razors.
Make me bleed.

I lost the strength to fight
And given into the darkness
Tears flow day and night
Through despair and loneliness
My heart lay

I try to play a sweet,
music of life.
But broken strings of my guitar,
hurt me, it’s painful.
My fingers bleed,
yes!