That, bloody, pounding organ:
Red, swelling, dipping, and clenching,
And being ripped apart by your own foolishness.
Choose, fool.
It�s time you chose.
How can I choose? You wail, you shriek.
You scream and
Pound
Your fists
Against
The wall.
There is pain.
You can choose. Do it.
Just follow your heart �
That red, bloody organ,
Pounding, and skipping,
Hurting,
And being ripped apart.
(c) Lishesque
Monday 26 May 2003