Crack of bone
and clang
of walls.

The sound of
water clings
to the air.

Break the glasses
and sharpen
the blades.

In the chaos
the mind is torn.
Chip the the youth
and tell me all.

As the bone falls
and the blood
dilutes with
wine we fall.

Love the loveless,
and hate the
repulsive.

But in it all
the feline
graces it.

Hug the walls
and dine in red,
because in it all
I'm stuck with hatred.

10/05/2008

Posted on 10/06/2008
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