Saturday, August 7, 2010

bleeding between the lines..

I found him shak(en)ing on his knees
sunken cheeks
& hollowed
paying homage to false gods
with blind eyes too tired to see the light

sometimes when its all so black
& the want turns to need
we bow to the idea of becoming a lesser man
a selfish man
& drug stitched

these days self loathing comes in pill form
& you can snort enough to make the most vengeful demons seem like friends

heart in hand
barely breathing
this was where I left him..
under sorrow's broken bones
& battered flesh
fading to gray
& stripped of soul

....these chapters need rewritten

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