somehow
they are all joined
by common threads
that makes up
their species,
lies make up the framework of
their bones,
the scaffolding of their
hearts
is made of rotten wood
and theft,
all thats left is made
of invisibility
and slipknots
sharp tongues and fists
bullets and bliss
and kisses that i
both crave and hate.

faceless voids
that i fall into.
as much as i dont mind it,
i fear it.

07/06/2010

Posted on 07/06/2010
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