15 Apr 2005


Posted by Pye in Poetry | 9:54pm

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