I am bruised by my brain
insisting the reigns   belong
to him
smiling   smirking   while
inside he's working  on
dictating the dream
from within.
The jury jails me
the hurry hails me
the flurries assail me
as they fall to the floor.
I am buried...stale meat
grasping dirty feet
while the churnings turn me
to the pale streets
where he awaits
in bloody fleets.
My brain nails me   to my
failings   and my
ailings are not held
in deep regard
by my heart
who sees the seasons
and the reasons
I have failed...
I rip this clipping in
two, dividing you
into brain...into illusion
that breeds the pain.
puellas world
cipheringthesilence
Go Back
step thru the gentle smile...
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