Sunday 13 November 2011




Entrails of polluted thoughts.
Daggered,pointed thrust through clutching arms
Rushing towards oceans of crying people.
Clinging onto the others that push them down
hoping to be remembered in their hasty assassination of life.

Crushing each of the possibilities of
new worlds, crashed upon the tails of others
borne through the ignorance of anger.
That being. That poison of soul.





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