Tuesday, August 11, 2009


It runs through my veins,
It crackles in my mind;
Makes me quiver,
And shiver,
And twitch.

It's lightning,
That's burning my flesh,
And setting my soul afire.

These vulgar thoughts,
These savage dreams,
Oh, what has become of me?
These raving words,
And feral impulses
Become a maddening red,
Deep and scarlet.

Claws and scars,
And marks and disgraces.
Such imperfections,
And vices.

Our darkened eyes
And heartbeats alive,
Screaming and wailing---
What fright!

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