Sunday, November 22, 2009

At 2:30 AM:

Sleep-Ache,
Heart-Race;

Sin-Fright,
Fire-Bright,

Mid-Night,
Moon-Light,

obscured by the orange clouds.

Hidden-Soul,
Rabbit-Hole,
Blind-Mole,
He-Who-Can't-be-Consoled,

My-Shoe-Soles
are worn and bleeding,

and the sun doesn't shine anymore.

Empty-Face,
a Smile-Chase;

lost is the chance of a
Blank-Slate;

Head-Ache,
Haven't-Slept-as-of-Late,

sinfully pondering
Our-Fate.

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