Thursday, April 11, 2013

Burns or Cuts

I have spent time balanced on the fringe of sanity.

Holding both fire and shank, confused between cuts and burns.

My heart beats for her luxury alone.

She draws closer, her warm sweet breath haunting my yet undreamt dreams.

She snatches away my poise and sufficiency. They rattle like false coins.

My future is damaged step by step as she strolls away.

Taking with her my deepest desires leaving my quality tear-filled and bloody.

-Johnny V.

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