Sunday, August 30, 2009

Picture Of A Crucifixion

Your silk skin and pure beauty can pierce my everlasting gloom, but I'd trade them for solace any day. Memories shredded and strung across the sky like bolts of lightning on Judgment Day. I can still see your hair carving a gash into the summer air. It bled for years. How you could just walk away from everything we built. Now you're at my feet and begging for me to tell you the right words. All I can say is a faint "I forgive you" beneath clenched teeth while I fantasize about punting your pretty face into the horizon.

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