Darkness Breeds Immortality
It’s getting dark,
the hues are melting.
I step in it and slip
on my way to light.
-Open window flesh my cut-
Come thick a letter velvet,
sodden with my date of death.
(Three frantic birds deliver it;
the words bleed me right here
on a large mirror floor.)
It’s nothing. Really.
Just death.
Now fuck off…
I need to paint!
November 17th, 2009 at 4:05 pm
and we need you paint !!