Thursday, February 23, 2006


Pain Of Love

Pricked prodded
Impaled and slaughtered
Left to rot
Beneath the cleansing flood
Light gives darkness
Bloated carcass still projects a smile

Nothing to live for
Nothing to hope for
Slit the wrist of purity
To release the demons
That tear at my flesh


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