Stain
Come forth gods of
death and deceit
lust and fear
evil that lives in
small spaces.
I have lost my reason
and therefore become
unreasonable.
I am
the immaculate
conception of pain
bright and shiny
flowing swift as
liquid steel.
Trapped by pain
we are slaves.
When have we ever
been free?
death and deceit
lust and fear
evil that lives in
small spaces.
I have lost my reason
and therefore become
unreasonable.
I am
the immaculate
conception of pain
bright and shiny
flowing swift as
liquid steel.
Trapped by pain
we are slaves.
When have we ever
been free?
posted by MMM at 7:06 AM
1 Comments:
Sorry, I'm not feeling charatible today. Some good lines, to be sure, but it reeks of patchuli + emo music. I was just looking for the word "soul" somewhere in there. Click the link.
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