#32
25/01/07 04:32 Filed in: poetry
I have wasted
my youth and all it's spark for a relief made for the
self by the hand.
I have come forth to lacerate the same hand that bridges the gap between you and me.
to my heroic disappearance act in the face of the world,
in the face I am spotted with disgust,
upon seeing the slow decay of the self for the serfdom of the self in the seldom fatal presence.
I have come forth to lacerate the same hand that bridges the gap between you and me.
to my heroic disappearance act in the face of the world,
in the face I am spotted with disgust,
upon seeing the slow decay of the self for the serfdom of the self in the seldom fatal presence.