errant philosopher, swallow my misery!
and remember not
my sadistic soliloquy of tragedy
as i strove to fly with paper wings
[reaching for heavenly glory]
whilst darkness fell, a hammer-stroke.
endlessly, poisoned stars weep
in whitest disgrace
never offering jagged comfort,
only bitter light imbrued
with cerulean despair
in memory of my blasphemy.
humbled, i await Charon
my face covered in fragile crimson lace
eyes sown shut with spiderwebs
and a silver dollar
on my lying tongue.
the sanguine rose has fallen
over all there is left to unsay...
Sunday, March 25, 2007
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People should read this.
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