Broken hearts and broken dreams left among the ashes
Ruins in the wake of the tsunami–your selfish desires.
Scavengers scour through the wreckage for sustenance
Finding nothing but crumbs left for them to fight over.
Is commitment so distasteful that exile is the only cure?
What of those cast aside, banished to Elba–victims,
Are they simply expendable for your greater good?
O’ what blackness must thrive in your narcissistic soul,
Pitiful…flourishing in this loveless existence of yours,
Choosing loneliness over the love and warmth of another,
Hiding like a coward behind a cold and hollow heart.
Like a lion you search for your next meal
Feasting, gorging hungrily as if this may be your last,
But you know it won’t, there is always another prey,
One that thinks it can tame you to save themselves.
Who is fooling who in this eternal struggle?
You are the sly one, knowing this is sleight of hand
Leading on those that offer you their hearts
Until you grow weary of their affections.
Tossing them on the heap
You grind their souls and their passions into dust.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~