Returing, i am a false hero
covered with burning flak
i come home to a family hunched
over and rotting from all angles
bits of there flesh flaking off
to form a pile of rubbish
in the corner of my soul
a deathly chilled hole
it surounds there glossy
material posessions like
a solid plastic wrap.

12/07/2001

Posted on 12/07/2001
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