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The Path of a Broken Widow Turn around and look behind you Your past is haunting you every now and then. Play your violin and hum your way through, Until you get through the gates of the devil’s den. Mimic those howling wolves and spend time with the dead Paint some blood and create a sculpture of carcasses Swim unto the vast graveyard of your husband’s deathbed Until you grew tired of your tears and until your mind eases Regret the day you lost your everlasting companion Overcome everything that was shed and take it Into the part of the human heart where there’ll be no intrusion Because sadness will be your poison, cry only a bit… That was just a dream, a spotlight of your weakness It was an illusion caused by fear… not loss… But there is still something existing called emptiness But what’s with the sad face? All those memories are the ones you chose… Don’t be a ruler to slander someone’s heart for comfort It is not your pain to bear with, not your feelings to disembowel Playing with fire shall bear your name as a demon’s last resort Be the judge of it with a rage from sorrow and seal it with a navel |