Throttled hush
a gentle gush
pouring forth
a bittersweet river
rushing over my toes
draining
straining
into bubbly pools
Crushing pain
a stinging brain
enforced upon itself
madness
sadness
glowing
growing
A fiery furnace
just to turn us
into pitiful fools
just to die
just to cry
upon the bed that she made
for us
I am so sorry
my dear
I feel so bad my dear
I promise my dear

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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