Friday, August 20, 2010

you topple over
black and you in
puddles brewed
beneath you
let your dark side
in(to fear) with
your pathetic
(you are pathetic)
side.
if you wanted
to slice my face- if
you thought about
it long enough you
would hate my face.
giving away your
dark side.
i thought about
the end of it -
lengths and twists
forgot i
would not lend to you
oak oars
by lights to hear
only the story of you-
your hands clenched
and balled to death.

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