This fracture takes a pain, a pill, a life.
Extreme consequences from a simple mistake.
The human form of Anger takes the face,
Of the one true thing that was holy.
To hold you one more time would be,
Selfish.
Corrupt.
The rush of rage.
The thrill of pain.
The emersion of blood.
The entrance of bile.
Examine these hosts and jump for dear life.
The Fall will take you to the height of a knife,
Plunged and plugged in to my heart and soul.
The fountain bleeds crimson.
The eyes drip aqua.
The voice cries melodies.
All of this for nothing but for learning.
Light betrays it's brother,
Dark holds it's lover.
It's over now,
And I am stranded in the shallows of your eyes.
Monday, November 23, 2009
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3 comments:
I think puke would have fit better. You should form a band.
Who's to say I don't have one right now?...
I like it.
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