Fingernails wrapped thick with cloth, shattered memories, a clock spins
A lonesome wanting, a guilty love, a wronged disintegrated husk of a man;
Crumbling and shattering as a thousand bombs implode obscenely onto my sins,
Crackling and collapsing, locking and jarring my trachea; These ticks, parasites
Scratch at them, burn my skin and hair, the scent of incense,
Digging out chunks of my insanity; Clawing away at my scalp
I Hate to love, I love to hate love
It comes Crashing at me, tearing my flesh with a thousand private knife parties;
I hate you my love screams blindly at me,
These wings seared into shards of frozen glass'
Forever frozen into time
You make a smoked image of me, me, my love and I
Friday, May 20, 2005
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