Poems from bretagnesade
the cold, bitter, wrapping
in me
my hunger goes as deep as
the sea
and the pain shoots through my heart
like Excaliber Three
the stone...
His eyes center in on them
like a sniper to his
target, assasination of his reputation, humiliation
on theirs. He walks to the
sky...
So I've been fucking up
for about 7 months
you've been gone for 2
I've been thinking about bettering myself
you've had nothing else to do...
Fabric stained with me,
assuiming that's why you
don't wear them anymore
or maybe you burned them
to disintergrate my cells
away from...
Do you lie in bed at night
wondering about the victorious
one?
What he must be hiding from
you, do you ever pray for a sign?
It doesn't...