Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Death-door

Another razor caught in the trap of a fist

For its longing no longer apply

Depth comes near as we diminish the mist

All covered in blood it will cry



One slice of the world

Red marked thunder

Reality twirled

Dreams asunder



A passage to hell

From the light of a pyre

Silence broken by fiery yell

Bloody virgin caught in wire



Release me into none

Crying nails all dead

Let me see the sun

Blooded eyes all red



One strike at dawn

sunburn on canvas

Crippled ... ... ... ... Lawn

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