Saturday, May 18, 2013

(i digress).

all of the hurt
most of the time
i can not see the
purpose anymore...

today's blood
is pouring onto
the checkers of tile
and stomach vile;
is poison to my
little flickering flame.

squeeze the burn
with just the tip
of emotion that
he is left to provoke;
tempt me to the ledge
and push

the devil
was once an angel.

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