Creating Shadows

Allow me to show you
Some unmanagable place
As cruel as hell
Might ever be
Or dark
As summer's midnight
When the clock chimes.
More than twelve,
And some four years.
I let my blood bleed
And you left me,
My heart in my hand
With no supple beat.
But that of the drum major
Playing my ebony
Funeral tatoo.
Your tears fall fake.
Is that all my sorrows worth?