Monday, February 08, 2010

Wholey

Speak razors in my eyes
Feel you wither
Feel you die
shudder every word I think
just take another drink
deep inside a scream so red
wash it away, this sleepless bed
desires darkest whim
All I think is Him
One Hole
looking glass into a soul
silence possessed by sadness
disturbed mind for thee I pine.
desire caressed cheek
whispered tears
Fearful silence shall never speak
hide behind this bitter skin
Broken and weak
All I think is Him
His smile
His soul
and he shall never know

by MTracy


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2 Comments:

Blogger SP said...

i fucking love this.. so into it.

9:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice!

9:57 AM  

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