Tuesday, January 24, 2012

There 's death in his eyes...

There's death in
His eyes.

(Or a misstep in the heart)

And the hair does covers his face,
Strangling the neck.

I can hear his heart
Stumbling over the ground

And the sweat above
My browww Washes
over my face.

As the nerves rummage
Through the body
Making my
Hair stand up and
Take notice.

And the clouds upstairs
Are getting angry.

As they as well
Come down once again
upon me.

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