The Dragon of Doom

by Kelin Hurt   Jan 28, 2012


I'm not your music.
When eyes look.
I hate it here with you.
What would I care.
Thanks for nothing
With or without you.
Never needed you.

You're such a dread
A disastrous night.
I saw your dead bird half rotten.
This love we have is in my vain.
I wish I could seal it off from the mouth.
Fragmented is your mind.
I write my words with anger
You're a fad calling together.

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