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09-01-2005, 05:43 AM | #1 |
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Forests To Be Burned
Slide into my skin and dance across the page like candlelight,
scream until the metallic taste of blood seeps to calloused throat, and eyes are broken orbs of red spider-webbed glass In these pages stamp your feet on the skulls of dead you've left behind. Glide gently, clowds of fingertips slide across your face, We awake like victims pulled from a car crash, reality's fleshy hand slapping us in the face, tearing our skin leaving bloodied stains on clenched fists, and broken heels Smile once again and look to ink to guide the way. In these pages, we are born, we die, and are ressurected. As the candle dwindles and begins to drown itself in it's tears of milk wax, there is no lesson to be learned, only forests to be burned.
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