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

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