Sunday, January 31, 2010

Wrought The Craft

Follow through on the screen,
every dream weaned on a broken scream.
Lush driven memoirs spill obscene,
cauterizing kisses taste of doom.

Windows break gateway eyes,
souls shatter in collapsible heaps,
refuse rising decadent fumes,
ingratiating sludge of depleting use.

Coax forth the soft-spoken tendrils,
fiending remorseful.
Lure from catatonia,
wresting flesh in obloquious delight.

Speak once to be heard:
excavate freedom,
emancipate dreams.

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