Sunday, August 15, 2004

and fatality is a lot like silence. only, it is the ashen pallor of the acheronian heart that sets it apart from its brethren.

fatality.

an ode to cruelty.
vilification of you.
denigration of me.
glorification of the imbeciles.
circus of the damned.
you excoriate.
into a reclusion.
and you felt.
the xymotic ashes.
scattered over bare skin.
wildfire coarsing through veins.
just because.
you've been looking for angels.
in black snow.