a killer's prayer
Monday, August 23, 2010
i see you,
sweet salvation

the wind cools
the sun blankets
the people walk
get haircuts
and read glossy magazines
they laugh
feel the purpose of things
and as they bask
in your peaceful tide

you are
screaming
but i cannot hear you
i am
deaf
to hope

four forty in thirteen
Monday, August 09, 2010
you're
all
killers

and
this
death
inside

is

my

armor

burned
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
all of it
gone
stay with me
lick
the ashes

i hear you
you can't sleep either

we fight the same madness
with different weapons
this war
of boredom, of frustration
hopelessness and spite

we are soldiers
waiting for our turn
at death for glory

our mercy bullet
never coming
soon enough.



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