Saturday, November 24, 2012

Blood that Screams to Forget

For you
Dragged, Dragged, dragged
The embers from my red hot,
Now ice-cold
You called it a furnace once
Now it’s all a sorrow dance
Frozen in parts, breaking apart
Why! Why! Why,
Did it come to pass?
The future foretold
Did it have to be so cold?
Couldn’t I ask for more
Encore of the nights
That smouldered in spite.
Kill! Kill! Kill,
The night for stifling day
Has come too soon
The blood that flowed with a hum
Bleeds but in clots 
as piecemeal, it whets
 When it shines
Dries in the lake
Frozen in place
In a state of play



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