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all around now

the whispering cascades

dappled eyes

swimming in a mirror of expressive warmth

reflective of cashew in color

roasted by their own perfect myth

no heart ever saw HER love coming

she was his wet road late at night

by putting on the breaks early

he only managed to give his concern

a false sense of security

that beauty of a cliff he had so admired

accepted his proposal

which only ended up killing him

but not fast enough

she got his blood bones and flesh

long before she devoured his last heart beat

his life to her was a big fat check

and not any real tears over the crush of bone

and flesh mangled up in a blood soaked truck

he was born to be her rock

ironic tho isn't it though that she too was born

to be his cliff

amazing that all the hell she was to him

still he loved her

and when she grew some compassion

and told the unspliced truth

a quick tho most brutal death

was his final reward

I saw her smile at his funeral you know

it was like she had to mock his former

existance

just one last time

and then she was happy

his death was

in some indescribable sick sense

a debt she had to pay

Melissa

(written Aug 13,2003 320am)