Monday, February 14, 2011

the return.

watching you through broken glass,
you're just standing there, not a care in the world,
meanwhile every bone of mine is fractured and broken.
you strut a campaign of chaos and discord,
my lungs collapse and my back is punctured,
I'm watching you through broken glass, red.

your kerosene coated lips whisper, whisper, whisper fire
my toes erupt in flame, fury devouring me one desperate inch at a time
black parts, ruby teeth stare me down as I finally have your attention.
I swallow my tongue, and aneurysm until it hits my heart
my heart that fountains blood.

angel of death, trumpets blaring, body blazing.
you explode in devil smoke,
sweat tears me from sleep.

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