November 20, 2009

• I am the root of humanity.

  The burning pit of your stomach

  With clenched teeth. I, am a monument

  Of self-pity, blinded under a fog

  Of passion.

   

  I am derelict, wandering

  On the bass of a heartbeat. Cry to me,

  And the silver lining of desire will dawn

  Upon you.

   

  Seek me, I am the color of unclean,

  A mirror of denial and

  The embodiment of unfulfilled duty.

  My face is unseen -

  Until roses wither of waiting

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