Sunday, July 29, 2012

waiting

deep within black space
trembling realization that the world exists
wide open to see, dragging backwards
battle wounds for sour souls
one tax at a time, piercing ringing
bite your tongue,don't answer their calls
motions of loss speak strongly
giving nothing.

hold you away from me
pushing back
i'm cold, our touch is weak
so fragile and tender
crush your bones
forget the universal plan
my body tainted with stench
can't let go of change

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