Today

by Si Chotic   Nov 21, 2006


The rotting screams that line these walls
that beckon the gritty black knife
this sad romance has no remains
not even a sly whisper is left
icy octane on a tainted soul has
this pale heart yelling for attention
it has found its way home
this messy world creates a sense of
discnfort
it has no meaning
my grotesque tattoo is gone

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