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Dripping into me

Conceiving me...

Born into a realm of habitual silence

Only to go unnoticed

Received by only a few

Known by too little

Or never

Too late.



And savior's done with coming

Destroy the answers in flames

Building card stock houses into oblivion

All the loose ends are

Tied together

Burnt nylon ropes

Leading into dead ends after all.

Circles, squares.

Without end

Mindless races

Down unclogged drains

And the center's full

Of ruined child's dreams

Hopes turned to fears, of another night's screams.

Blood drains down the silent walls

Falls on floors that've seen it all

It's all been warped

Like so many minds

Chilled lips on flesh

Whispers of death

tears squeezed through clenched eyes

Nothing left from which to hide...



10:20 pm; 6-1-01