Wednesday 13 April 2011

Sphere

You have the dream
Of slowly watching yourself die
Chain yourself to a chair
To a mirror
Watch yourself age
As the bottle of innocence is licked out
By your own self
Kiss your imagery
Trace your chest
Rip it open
Watch it bleed
I write about death
You think about life
Cycle
Cycle
Fade

Seven and One

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