Wednesday, January 26, 2005

the pestilence of your innocence
is killing me
your purity is agony (irony)
i'm but a stain on your dulcet being.

wispy words and fluttering birds
are killing me
your ignomy is surety (surly)
i'm but flown alone deign

misusing my muse
for abuse of my soul (sole)
brilliant ways to befriend the cold

creative destruction
homocide of the sole (soul)
meaningful ways for means to a gaol (goal)

my mind is beached in the shallows
the gentle ebb of the gallows
for the decay to fallow (follow)

scorched seas and drowned flame
is killing me
for the shame, the maim (name)
I am to blame