Thursday, August 9, 2012


A world enraged,
Their skin to prick
With needles sharper
Than this wit.
Dull and crumbled,
Dreary screams
With ties the blind
The time of streams.
Follies sweet
to taste and touch,
Like paper walls
That speak too much.
Gossip spreads
A wild fire,
Anger feeds such great desire.
The buzzing louder,
In our heads
Draws us to our musty beds.
Somewhere deep we hide our sin,
Beneath our masquerade of skin.

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