Monday, July 9, 2007


A bitten lip in truth and pain
Standing in cold rain
Hardened nipples I refrain
From harmoniously dying
A thousand deaths
In all my sudden breaths
I reflect upon the thoughts
On wrought iron railings
On misty morns
Torn clothing cleaves
Unto my breast
In my regression
Of total depression
On fog filled streets
Where my mind meets
Familiar sights as my mind fights
Opressed libations in drunken dreams
Upon the mighty seas of pain
To utter distain in cruel remorse
My chaos has run its course

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