scarred souls

raucously shouting my way through the night

blowing past all that i need

racking up debt to never be paid

with mounting raw anger and greed.

in a great fit of dust i make my way through

a living, once breathing, hopes nest

only to shatter all that hard work

dancing at devils behest.

stunning and scarring the sweet and the brave

breaking two hearts as i do

leaving behind a tangled up wonder

of loves hope of me and of you.

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