Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Voro

Shadows set to devour
Sickening innocents
This plague is not
just my own, it seems
it's clearer than that
crystal I used to
see you decades ago
The petrification sets
Snapped my finger
bone to break, tissue
hanging from bone
A rage swelling like
a nose on a clown
Blood drips from
wrist to elbow, let's
wipe it clean and
rinse, repeat and
fuck it all again
Shadows cover
up the overcast
skies above, my
anger lost, in
this, this this, a
fucking death
sentence you gave
me hours ago

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