Thursday, June 15, 2006

Murder

A wing,
A twisted spring of garlic
the whiteness of blindness
the life before the storm

Orange, maddness, A diverson of sanity
this pain is yours not mine,
I cry for you,
I wish i could take your heart
and give you mine.

I think of you at this time,
a whimper,
a low soft cry on the pillow
a blanket of sorrow
Whiteness, blackness,
who can see a dove, a crow?
a nightmare in the stars?
a surface scratched, a murder underground?

Forgiveness unconditionally,
too impossible at this time.
Release all my demons
so I may hold your hand
and comfort you.

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