homicidal melody

A Poem by Alex

My skin -not my skin, slip into you, slip it off.

Memories- birds broken from flight, on ground beating.

Drowned breath, punctured hull �"red, all red.

In sleet and snow light the match and burn.

Flames like hunger, colloid fantasy consumed.

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Added on October 4, 2010
Last Updated on October 4, 2010

In the end we are all one, what you destroy you destroy for everyone what we build up elevates us all more..