I wish I could consume the
cancer of your soul,
it turns black,
first it is a child in darkness
then it is the darkness,
an all dilating discertation of difficulty,
alliterations a side,
rape my virgin
soul like so many discontent masocist,
am I the only one
grasping for a floating sanction?
kiss my open wounds for the hate
you threw, do it again, waste it
on the shores of a muddy bank, a
metal docking bay, exposed to vacuum
appreciate the concern
Rape me, Rape my, Rape he, Rape
the peaceful zen.

06/04/2002

Posted on 06/04/2002
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