Thursday, November 12, 2009

the uncertainty of sight .


Tired and abused; a line for the highers.


Do not look at the spider web, the stretched thin ropes;

They are simply mutilated hopes.

The black widow purrs, her fangs agape

Dripping in narcissistic wait.


Do not think you will escape.

A kidney, a lung.

Raped clean and sterile:

Think you can run?


Digging and clawing at your skin;
You want, you need this sickening bin.
The answers you crave, won't shave:
They live lie, and dead die.

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A note for a funeral;

A note for the dead.

A note for the sorrow;

A note for the bed.

A note for forever;

A note that will pass.

A note for you;

A note that won’t last.

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