Sunday, August 14, 2011

Uncomfortable Bed

Lovely binding winding words
release their strength of scheming curse
weaving and twisting through gruesome trails
writhing indecent upon grit and nails
is this the bed I've slaved for sleep?
Or where sadness go to weep?
this transformed new
damned and fated desire of mine
held and debated through unfaltering time

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