Thursday, October 29, 2009

Lies Remain Wrapped in a Pretty Blue Box

Breathe from the intricacy of life
Fire absorbs the skin
pause to be
while thunder pounds against the sky
Rain hot like summer
melts the face about the bend and glistens
as the soundtrack of the future
ran ahead leaving residue
powder like cocaine
yet benign in effect
smoke fills the air
blown from a withered hand
nails bitten down to the quick
knuckles cracked and bleeding
the bloodshot blue eyes close
and perfection appears
promising forever
but tomorrow remains alone

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