Blues from Bruises · Hopeless Songs · Poetry

In Masses

‘In Masses’

All my white parts
You conceal
The blacks in my heart
You reveal

My eyes filled with salty pain
You drink tears with mirth
In masses
You celebrate my death

The whitest of my soul
Your greed obscured
All my grim secrets, loud is
Your voice, told

Sodden with grief and misery
Down, I plunge deep down
In masses
You watch me drown

This bottomless pit
As it swallows
I go under, deep, a ship sunk
With treasure. A fatal end.



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