Vessel of rage,
with your hips
in my hand -
burnt against rocks,
on your gloomy
side of earth.

Sprung from the salt
of a far off wasteland;
raped in a corner
inside shards of glass.

We grind away at
sex and sadness,
looking at fears from
the inside and out.

But noone wants these
pillars of pain,
and i fight like a girl
who was lost from the start...

09/02/2003

Posted on 09/02/2003
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