early distant warning

Copyright 2009. All rights reserved.

I’ll tear you apart
tear out your heart
pull on your strings
and make your heart sting

make you scream
the stuff of bad dreams
no relief; no release
no panacea from the grief

that you’ve chosen
you thrilled for
craved and have killed for
and now, here it is

the spoils; the soils
the decay we’ve begun
as your old world has spun
out of control

control that’s no longer your own
reaping seeds that you’ve sewn
it’s the end of the day
so cum; let us play

climb into the darkness
show me your inner core
while revealing your innermost
to be hidden no more

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