Saturday, April 24, 2010

A Disastrous Dream of Fate

"I would have dreamed of you... if I could dream." Neil Gaiman

born as a sacrificial goat
her mercy i await
my neck ready
for her razor sharp
blade i love
love that is
a commodity
cannot trade
my fucked fate

sleeplessly
speechlessly
into the hour glass
of her emotions
i wade..my card
overplayed
yes what
tomorrow
holds for me
i am afraid
street angst
devoid
of light and shade
perhaps to
be trampled
like a flower
beneath her feet
i was made
her hospitality
i over stayed
bound gagged
helpless
my poem of life
my love my tears
all showcased
poetically
rephrased
martyred
misplaced

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