Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Tuesday, 23 November 2010

1. Kamikaze



Stop leaving me behind
Nothing I say can change
Anything, while
I see the leaves floating free

Look at the blackened sky
This is pathetic fallacy in action

Feel the rain drops suicide
Those little kamikaze fighters
Upon my hair
As it plasters to my head

Are you staring from
The upstairs window?

The wind is screaming
A wolf to spit and claw and hate
Cold fingers grasp my skin
Is this a mistake?

Too late
It’s too late


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