08 janvier 2009

Untitled victory


Some things are better left unspoken about
It is best
To forget
Amend yourself
Hope it will pass
Sadness faltering away
Like dust in winter’s wind
Doesn’t know how to deal
Cope and feel
Empty, bitter
Swallow my anger
Let’s force its favor
Down your throat, sucker!
The victory seems imminent
Among stalkers
A shadow slaying a rodent
Pity on a shelf
Please, do not destroy yourself
Demeanors that are unfathomable
Pleasure blurred by a halo of glory
Pierce my heart
Devour it
Like ambrosia
Become immortal
Fading away, life’s sparks
Embrace it
Tears of a demented being
Heart like metal
Taste the blood from my lips
And call it mine
January 8th, 2009.