pretend that i have faded out , that i am nothing more than
memories, in all of their chemicals, flash shots, still- frame
the pit of a once sparkling star- dead rusted in its darkness pit
wit playing tricks on you, i will hex you until your veins grow weak
and pour you out crimson, serene, into an ocean of me,
black with sadness, your deceit.

07/24/2004

Posted on 07/24/2004
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