God Sucks Like People Do
I could picture silence of cold breath,
misting the glass wearing the edges of regret
everything I could picture in steam
leaning on a window sill my every breath everything
everything honest
a voice of silence wears from a room of golden floors, late at night,
on pale night walls breathing in the room
a tunneled truth reaches wind and out of sight
the color of layers recognizable
GOD Hates You and so do I
*Note Don't Comment on this Poem I'm blind I can't see them
Copyright © Dragon Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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