bad omen
By aiwaz
yellow sulphur rot of fevered words like a black fly halo round yr putrid skull polished horn of sneering burning eyes removed with corkscrew thumbs from feast of worm, corpse of nothing yr laughter like a dead eye stare cactus hands of longest drought may the wheel leave you where hollowed and scattered withered and tattered yr scarecrow soul stands decayed before all you ever shattered... Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 06:59 AM PST 0 • 10
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"yellow sulphur rot of fevered words..."