splatter

to come back safe and seething
from dark journeys of the mind and memory is all
that any hands can grasp at
with any hope of putting their name on

having grown from loss, i am the color of skies
and black as tornados, darkness
is the song my soul tells everyone
i pass, and theirs to me is craving and
madness, how much the same.

2004-06-25 | 5:02 p.m.
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