Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Ago.

Comes through sweet
like bloody roses
but it kicks me
just like a horse,
it pulses violently
through crowds
like a whores' battery
filled toy.
I get just a little bit
worn waiting
when the kill
has already been found,
it's a hell on earth
bloodbath
we roll around in
on the ground.

We both know how
how to paint this
canvas black
a skill which we
just cant ignore.

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