Wednesday, April 16, 2014


Can I cut you?
Will you bleed?
Will you fall upon the need?
Red on Red and Gray on Gray,
Filling all that feels the sway.
Sharpened glass or quickened teeth,
Feel the Feel to Write then read.
Fall and fly, live and die,
And all to simply lay that lie.
Darkness sweet, Nothings deep...
Yet somehow I still have the lead.
Heavy hands, in silver shells,
The bitter cry, the lonesome yell.
Such splendid chaos spinning down,
To cut you then simply let you drown.

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