Monday, July 18, 2005

Drip

My thoughts a wound
this poem a scar
this ink the blood that's shed
shed on to the once empty page
screaming, bleeding
bleeding into this
pain, I scream
I bleed out my pain
onto the page
this page of lifelessness
scream out the sky
scream out the earth
scream oh the ocean
until the world is renewed
but not until I further defile it
once again with my souls scream
through the wounds on my finger tips
I will bleed out the words
words of my heart till their is nothing
till my nerves are shot
and I feel no
pain, nothing
and not one
of the billions of pieces
pieces of shatter glass once my hear
beat, not one

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