Finger PrintPeering through a hole I see the light, distance by the substance Held by the tube.Finger Print
Along narrow paths we crawl, On steep ledges our heads hang low
Against dark granite The grey face of a lifeless Man,
Like the wall before Its destruction, cracked with Time solid with hatred Strength is not a reality,
Rock to dust as oak tree To ash
All is ended,
Time is the matter, Deed is worthy of inspection, Derision and contemplation.
Dark colours rain in a land of
Black and white, In a photo
Dying WordsConstantly I search for the light But find nothing but this harsh darkness That has swallowed my body. I run across broken glass, My feet ripped and torn, Trying to find the exit. Now I’ve lost all hope. I lay, The cold repetition of a dying heart, Beating lightly against the fragile ribs Of this decaying corps. Thick droplets of blood seep from the deep cut wounds, Inflicted upon me by friends and enemies alike, Every inch of me ripped apart by these infections That roam this smog filled, Dirt ridden planet. Like vultures they swarm round those leDying Words
Drip Feed... MagentaCover of cellophane, Slick across the soft lips, Dead heart tries to beat, Knowing nothing but remorse For the placing of the scars.Drip Feed... Magenta
The wires of mean
Severed from meaning, Blistering in the heat of
Rage.
The feet tread slow progress, Each time a step closer to nothing.
It doesn’t know what it wants, Beating faster with frustration Dripping its seed into The plastic bag crudely taped To the wrist
Grieving In life Graceful only, in death.
Bring Me The CloudsBring me the clouds And watch the sun peter outBring Me The Clouds
Drip the stench of longing
Upon your soften lips Other hand gripping your
Throat,
Breath a little heavier And you might stay alive.
Seconds passing, Hours constructed, No one will here you cry, No one with an ear for sadness Consumed in their own self image As if god handed them a mirror as a miracle Not the earth and their small but astute existence
When will you see the clock?
Melting in front of you, The dial switched to decay
Trembling and shy, Fin
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JKiner
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