Careless thoughts enter thy mind, skittering; fleeing; complying; Thunderous whispers touching that wicked nerve;
leaving; feeling of want, need. Golden embers flaking the opal
orbs glistening in the moon. Empty Cedar trees, limps bare and shriveled, twisted and accusing. With lips that wish to speak of unspoken things,
slowly tasting, slowly wanting, slowly realizing..
Peeling the lids from the sun would do no justice to the grace in your eyes. The trees whisper of silent thoughts with the maddening breezes that lick your face. Dreams swim within the streams of your red drenched soul. Beaming soot claws through the remorse and ashen coals . Howling and scowling I bid the night welcome..
So I hate people sometimes
People and their lies of pittied whines
Common sense would be greatly seeked
yet the eys of the small endenvered reeked
I hate to say these things sometimes
yet the run through my mind
thoughts unheard, cruel and unforgiven
I hate you
I don't know you but I hate you.
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