Friday, February 06, 2009

Black Blood


Do you think, I like the taste of the wall?

Do you think, I fear every sardonic call?

So you think, I smell and hide a lot…

Do you think, I care for your thought?

The chains are cold, dry and silent

And I know,

They offered you some soothing,

Dream proof treatment

Hey…

I am not sorry to refuse the offer of your shoe

I am not sorry for no time to hear you.

Its not some grass, its not any fatuous ebriety,

I am not sorry to refuse you are pretty

Do you think, in the dessert I will drink the paints?

Do you think I will sell my sin to saints?

So you think I am jumbled in my dots,

Do you think, I care for your thought?

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