the time is now 00:57
dark were the ways of her toxic gaze
that slowly crucified me
like the full moons dying rays
nailed to the coffin
drying like a painted stop-sign
dying as the planets align
over time
many centuries will pass
a smooth transition
from dust to dust
from fire to the smell of burnt flesh
but it will still be entertaining
death sells
and so will I
Poetry by Michael Dyst
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Written on 2007-06-14 at 00:54
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dark were the ways of her toxic gaze
that slowly crucified me
like the full moons dying rays
nailed to the coffin
drying like a painted stop-sign
dying as the planets align
over time
many centuries will pass
a smooth transition
from dust to dust
from fire to the smell of burnt flesh
but it will still be entertaining
death sells
and so will I
Poetry by Michael Dyst
Read 485 times
Written on 2007-06-14 at 00:54
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