Saturday, February 18, 2006

Ink: Incomplete verse

My ethcy pen leaks and lies.
My scrawny fingers scribble random lines.

Naked, raw visions flood my mind.
Broken steel strings pierce, bleed and grind.

My skin cracks, my body wreaths in pain.
My cries hit silent walls and torture me all in vain.
A headless gear - the world adorns.
On pins 'n needles my frame is all borne.

Visions flood the mind the night
As the ink floods the self's might. . .

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