Deviant thorns' appetites
I wondered which would miss me
when the collision came
of what is seen
somewhere in between
throw the words
of dreams that have passed
as a destructive spree
of bloodiness
who will filter pieces of some
so called me
in a fleshy mess
of acceptable and pestilent glee
with pricking knives
who have penetrated deeper
into gray psyche
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19th September 2012
at 2:45 am
