Royal Codine

July 22, 2011
Blind to your lust.
Nothing sought to be undone.
Rip the flesh right out.
Alive from the sun.
Drown in the hope.
Nothing says I'm right.
Bitter pulse of hate.
Still around and breathe in the night.
Low dusk summer.
Nails soaking in the rust.
Unhatched snow pond.
Stiff, bitter crust.
Try my pale, wounded chest.
The one you brought to this state.
As I gasp for my last breath,
I try not to believe in open fate.
Burning church. Full body search.
Tear stained face. Mortification wrapped in lace.

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