I Don'T Know, It's Just Wrong.
the catatonic whore takes flight.
landing on mystery's delight
dawning a necklaces of death
the same finger takes her breath
still a child with a capacity to give
a futile flight of light to live
an awakening with death and fate
the decision to stay made to late
what's the matter he was dead anyways
Copyright © John Tanaskow | Year Posted 2009
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