12.11.2009

Rusting Soul

This night

Is the night of death,

You immortalize me

With pellets and daggers;

I have flesh of scars,

And wounds of burns;

I resemble the pits of hell,

I breathe the fire of indictment,

My knees sank below the waist

Bowing to Earthstore;

Tears rusted my cheeks, ribs and femur;

Despair laid in blood,

Visions were buried and let decayed,

Guns and grenades replace roses and honours,

I was as trivia as runaway smoke in the air.

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