Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Friday, March 09, 2007
reason
They turn you against me;
plunder your body; with your
spirit weathered; steal your eyes;
then place that ordnance; an arm
to your hands. there it is: a bullet
to my heart; tis but a tiny explosion;
a flash from the barrel: my vessels
rupture; the auricle collapses; my
breath grow faint; while
you: who'd rather imbibe
on the mind's sleep-
are dead to my reason.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:35 am
They turn you against me;
plunder your body; with your
spirit weathered; steal your eyes;
then place that ordnance; an arm
to your hands. there it is: a bullet
to my heart; tis but a tiny explosion;
a flash from the barrel: my vessels
rupture; the auricle collapses; my
breath grow faint; while
you: who'd rather imbibe
on the mind's sleep-
are dead to my reason.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:35 am
