Thursday, September 1, 2011

Treading Water

This heart must be ripped out,
beating, throbbing from deep inside, 
bloody soul of anger must be wrung  
from the devil's hands. 
Eyes so evil, poke them sickly 
from their sockets, 
leave them gaping, 
hands of hate, heal them, soothe them, 
cut them at the wrists, 
And don't look away not for one minute
as the rage of hell comes forth
Forgive if you will. 

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