vineri, 29 martie 2013

Bruised from the inside

hollow sleep and fucked up dreams
to welcome a day tainted
from the start-
like crumbles they fall,
my clothes,my nerves,my electric hopes,
in the morning,
in the milky dark...
churning,turning,insides hurling
like a bloody sea
in the midst of a storm-
waves crashing against my thighs,
behind my mind,
between my eyes...
bruised from the inside,
covered in angry dew
and bearing soaking shoes,
I do what has to be done,
I poison myself beyond return...
wrath and void twisted into
the same voice,
as if I were my own prosecutor,
my own source of venom,
my own damned foe...
I need sleep,
I need to forgive...

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