Thursday, May 10, 2012

Let me die here.


Devils' eyes cut deeply
tear across the plane of desire and uncertainty
target the innocent, the weak
break the bonds of balance
left in solitude
fire burns quickly
filling full and whole
slipping, falling taunts
intelligence is nothing,
only left to mock
deny the necessary,
be locked away
consequences mingle
burn this paper of importance
or this rope I hang from
choices collide
as results tangle
disappointment lurks in every decision
what lover to beguile

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