Why do I suckle
The briar-like flesh
Of the tryst conceived
Where darkness lay?

When strewn are the garments
Of truths tattered remains
So cleverly hemmed with deceit

How my heart aches for
The grasp of repulse
Rigid affirm of distorted

Haste steer your course
For I'm captive and bound
In this desolate spiral of numbness

12/31/2005

Posted on 12/31/2005
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