have you no shame?
    o' shameless one
who sows my dreams with anger -

  you have no truth,
 behind that face
so fake
  so false
    so fallen.

insipid minds are a tragic facade
in a world bitter-birthed
  in my sleep:

the world where my tragedy lingers behind
i've no shame
for my rage
and my hate.

you are fuel for my tongue;
tongue is fuel for my pain,
and the pain
fuels not much more
than violence and blood (no, not yet)

trembling fingers
adrenaline
 p u l s e
   -ating

be rid of a burden
this burden i bear
  from the hand
    to the wrist
      to the heart
want you away
out

consider this a gift
from the mouth of the ^prodigalson.

06/05/2003

Posted on 07/04/2003
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