Digger

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By Home-made Snuff Movie

his mouth is a hole from whence the bile cascades, for his gut is a hole rendered ragged by the blades. his hair is a streak wind harbours no effect, for his scalp is a streak of unmoving neglect. his skin is a pearl beauty wrought of digestion, is pallour is a pearl of fake light pollution. his blood is a scar shot through into time, his veigns are the scars seared deep into mine. his eyes are but voids of nothing and empty, his pupils are void of anything but fear, his embrace is a vaccuum of sucking and silence, his hands are the vaccuum, drawing me near. my resistance is futile yet I cannot give in, my existance is futile, but he cannot win.

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February 21, 2007 07:49User

Your poems are brilliant..I find it somewhat like a work of art..is this another song you wrote for your band..?