Tuesday, March 23, 2010


my jaw cracks
in brimstonish schism
this forest is too small
to be shared by such brutish hunters

cast off into obscurity
by a false necromancer
a singer of charms
she sits among millions
but so deafeningly alone

taunting solipsism
shameless mule
you are no martyr
no honest man

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