Thursday, September 9, 2010

Unfolding

Unfolding

A Love of death that grows into being
Through layers of smell, treachery
Scratched out and drilled into
The shatter of a locked door
Time wasting on the hands
Always wasting
Living on this wounded street
Running from doom’s helping hand
They give and take away
Pretending to be god
Unfolding lie of a morbid wish

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