The Colours Will Erase Us
Thursday 31 March 2011
TV
It sits there
vacant and empty.
The methadone
no longer, flowing.
Staring wanting,
trying to, suck me in.
Losing my will,
it wants,
me to drown.
Friday 25 March 2011
The Spider
The spider runs,
here and there.
The glass burns
here and there.
Still it runs,
here and there.
Thursday 10 March 2011
The Word
He was the truth, he was the word. A vibrating ball of energy.
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