Thursday, September 3, 2009


My ghost is lonely
All caught up in fright
Drink from the bottle
Whos whoredom has stuttered
Blood, bone and semen
All caught up in this ocean
Live wired dreams working in the real
Masks, smoke and mirrors
Begging to begin
Their trickery and longing
To debunk the plan
I knew it from the end

Inner demons fighting
To keep the devil at bay
But surely this is merely
A copy of a copy
A silly hex
Another day is red nothing
Rolling into the next

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