Sunday, July 18, 2010

reflections, faceless

somewhere between Hell
& 27 yrs old
.......4 am

joint burnt fingers & resin remnants

muses always mock the loudest late night

lips cracked from too many lonely whispers
of life's diseased beliefs
& how it poisons everything..
the twisted perception of a broken heart..

& under the piss damp blanket of city lights
love dies in vain..

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