7 December 2012

Nothing From Something

Skin burning fire waiting to break through
Sickly aches bubbling away washing machine
Brow furrowed adding to the splendour
Bleeding loss stuck pig of the roast

The artless has spoken in turn

No fingers left to hold slipping constants
Unintended dream for clouds and the birds
Pinching the heart when least expected
A mind that won't stop working
Ifs and buts and unending possibility
Slumber always takes advantage

Distraction is king
The king is dead
Long live the king

Fucking the princess to waste away
Nothing can compare
Preacher's can burn

Everything and anywhere

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