‘Mother’ Tides of shaken lead cross my mind; Visions of dried blood creep across my soul, Goosebumps of the dead warn of my forsaken time, No longer could this broken man age and grow. Happiness pulls away the sunset of today, Once busy hands now coated in eternal dust; Reflections of a murderer during the old days Paint a sickening image of hatred and lust. Infrared rainbows pour over my tomb; Coiling beneath a network of grass and mud, An old man returns to the doorway of a womb, Decorated in a black gown of oily blood…
Posted on: Sun, 18 Aug 2013 20:16:13 +0000
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