15 Apr 2005
Abyss
Skirting around
the spaces between
Smoothly surround
the void unseen
Eggshells they are
emotions displayed
Pale yellow scar
where dues were paid
Evil intent
exactly we hit
Laying torment
making the split
Foes are we now
rivals tonite
Bitter words plough
garbed polite
What was it then
what is it here
What is it when
we polish the spear
Thirsting for gore
and wanting distress
We aim, we score
gleeful finesse
Skirting around
the spaces between
Burial mound
a macabre scene
Current Mood: Vicious
Current Music: Gary A - Loving You Against My Will
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