Blow up-- this inside of me,can it just be a caliginous,
or a ripping of your sharpened claws,
am I one of your peers that seem to be a scamp,
or just a foolish figure that drawed upon your sign,

Bits by bits soliciting my soul-- you've sestaned my mind,
with my emotions in your hand, twisting and turning it--
a gaunt you've made me-- where did you come from;

Capsizing my blood, inter-faced with my spirit--
must you provoke my heart-- your bleakness has no silence,
the raft of your sound,following to put my soul a rest,
the bombs you've forced inside of me,
igniting every last one of them;

Your horns a dagger to intensify my anger,
your betrayal to elude my prime devoted measures,
taunt me with your discovered ogre--
your diabolic nature intrude upon my veins,
my fluid is as of hot vaporized water--
you have entered my third dimensional temper,
and insulted the vineyard of my prodigy,
ready to buckle up-- hold fast;

The explosion is near-- a time bomb ticking,
bursting out boiling tears-- it's fear,
time bomb ticking on full gear, it's severe,
time bomb emitting that distruction is here...

Copyright ©2003 Joann Marie Santos


 
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