Thursday, December 31, 2009


wrapped in this wind
surrounding me
but with blistering cold

dense streets are filled with invisible demons
that hide ontop of backs.
you know its there but the numbingly cold
lets you forget

these closets are full of decaying bones of the skeletons that you
tossed unwillingly

dancing with this fire

what was meant to scorch now
seduces me into oblivion.

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