| My mind slipped through a crack in the music, a demon spat it out. Fractured me, burning in a merciless corona, hanging off stunned stars, spattering the moon's pretty face. What remained rode a littered tide to your shore. shalome � 2004 |
| Mind Spit |
| Coated in vile spittle, beseeching the Moon, wash your blood crusted fingers in every ocean droplet that contains us, prod the stars to speak! and sun! you you! melt all our pain away away.. shalome � 2004 |
| Beseech |