Wednesday, July 27, 2016

A Poison

It's a method in our head that's so septic we need to shed. 
Desperation shreds the heart and rips the mind apart. 
Like dreams slipping down the drain
  Volcanos consuming the rain
  Poison eating the blood in a vain. 
Looking forward at your own back
You only see a cycle through a glass crack. 
A deserted den,
Broken pens,
With letters nowhere to send,

This is how it's been.    


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