Thursday, September 1, 2011

Dust

Your words, like blades, slit through my skin
And expose the decay of the sinning within me.
The acid spews forth from that smart mouth of yours
And in the dead of night, I am naked.
Battle cries, sighs of exhaustion, and lies...
All pouring out on the concrete,
And when the night turns to day
All the decay will get lost from sight
As the dust settles.

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