Tuesday, April 15, 2008


I hate you
Knife to the back
Back to the chest
blood runs red
or just splatters
nonetheless red

that color it is

red on black back
and white front.
shirt in tatters
and those splatters-
Well, you should probably clean those up
Because I never will.
Neither will she.

Well, this is mostly a metaphorical exaggeration of how I feel about where I am. I know that there is something more for me, but it is not grasped yet because of where I am now. "Kill the old and bring in the new kind of thing."

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