Thursday, June 14, 2007

Viral Insanity

I soaked you up
Every last bit of your madness
I am saturated by you
I smell you seeping out of every pore
If I could tolerate the taste, I would vomit
Until there was no trace of you left in my soul.

Letting you into my heart was the slow drip of death
Wish I’d chosen the bullet instead.

tall penguin

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