Thursday, February 9, 2012


The taste of blood
Grazes the back
Of you tongue
Coating my throat
Impossible justice
We swell our hearts
You dress as blight
I am the kingdom
Pitiful words break
From our jaws
Breaking our flaws
You take breath from me
I vow to kick
That punching bag
Out of your throat
You dress in translucent
Your body is strapped
To a gun
Eyes red like staring
At the sun
Eyes red like brake lights
Stopping at delights
Until your tone
Becomes atoned
We go together
Water and stone

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