It is bliss,
the suffering.
Lamentations such as this
end up smothering.
The kid,
the Christ,
the *******
the confused.
The unimaginable gift
inside my head.
The knife I lift
will end you dead.
The blood,
the sorrow,
the ***
the end.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
It is bliss,
the suffering.
Lamentations such as this
end up smothering.
The kid,
the Christ,
the *******
the confused.
The unimaginable gift
inside my head.
The knife I lift
will end you dead.
The blood,
the sorrow,
the ***
the end.