Death of darkness surround me,
I feel it in my skull...STOP SCREAMING.
Gnawing, sawing, cutting the ties that bind my cage.
Lark singing so sweet silenced by blood.
Lost in this field, bitter
drowning under the grasp of my own arms.
Not raising my head to gasp air against your current,
hares beheaded, sorrowful seas and lost causes.
Dreams melting, dripping, all fail to draw you back,
screeching soul soothes like a Bob Dylan ballad.
Beaten senseless by rescue oars,
smitten by whips,
these odors flock and drown senses---
evoking emotions deeply censured.
Essence floods from carnal pain,
glass to skin, wrist to wrist.
This river heals only the dead.
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Comments
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Life is short, eat dessert first!
Amazing photographs! [link]
I can't understand why people are frightened by new ideas. I'm frightened of old ones.
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I can't make it on my own cause my heart is in Ohio. But if my heart is there, where's my liver?
Sorry i didn't respond earlier, i've been sort of swamped.
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Life is short, eat dessert first!
Amazing photographs! [link]
I can't understand why people are frightened by new ideas. I'm frightened of old ones.
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