Saturday, April 24, 2004

Ardor Poison

lay in the rain,
stare into the sky,
remember the sane,
swiming in the eyes,

you smiled brightly,
with a light sigh,
you were one with the breath,
into the blood you soaked,

sudden throbbe in the head,
grow the scorching pain,
wish you were dead,
the contaminated soul

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