The Song That Drives Them
A pall enshrouds me while she speaksAnd demons red as violenceRip with talons from her fair mouthThe words she spews like vitriol,To smear across my naked chestAs if some sacred liniment Where it burns inward etching deepMy sheltered heart with vulgar runes That pull from it the wailing dirgeThey caper to like lunatics Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 04:03 AM PST, William Kenneth Keller 10 • 0
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"A pall enshrouds me while she speaksAnd demons red as violenceRip with talons from her fair mouthThe words she spews like vitriol,To smear across my naked chestAs if some sacred liniment Where it burns inward etching deepMy sheltered heart with vulgar runes That pull from it the wailing dirgeThey caper to like lunatics..."