The Breaking

The parlour door gave way to life

That night that Joey died

– and all the girls around the world

Tore their shirts and cried

A bell they rang in the tower tall

Built to honour Gold

Men in dresses sang of hope

For his shattered soul

Guilt’s lament burst on cheeks

Like glass upon a wall

To sink then to eternity

– The weight of judgements call  

Left-then-right in unison

I watched the flowers die

To fall beneath the heels of those

That brought him to the pyre

Last words too oft’ be whispered

So the earth may never know

Of the final journey

The abyss of the unknown

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