Tears of Pollution
By Malveasor
tears of pollution rusts my face thoughts of redemption so eager to taste never to see the faith a breeze of silence passes through my lips taken back by the ax and reflections that are not mine own stop, heed; do not come closer i bear fury a fang eyes a barren and a forsaken soul gaze of stone poisonous auras but i am the innocence devoid of thoughts you have not a choice but to exile me discard me is it so wrong to feel? do fiends bearing halos await me in my dreams? when i turn around will you still be here? i bestow to you reality a knife standing before you a frivolity take what you will a choice dissect and carve a pleasure if the only way to see love in action comparing to snakes maggots, worms mine own life and essence an insult to those creatures undeserving to feel what i feel not wanting to see what i see uncaring to believe what i believe but never too tired to condition fists clenched muscles contracting breath distilling i believe i am having a heart attack eyes fire wide solar flares ablaze only to observe i am resting in my bed next to something next to someone Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 07:50 PM PST 0 • 10
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