April 28, 2009


Please don't take this entry to serious, it's a playfull, although dark, play with words and imagery.

Your carcass is corroded
  Rotten to the core
I hate your very being
  From the depths of my soul
And to think we once were lovers
  Numbs my mind
To have looked to you for beauty?
  Surely, I must have been blind
Now by your grave deserted
  I smile within my mind
Your carcass so corroded
  Victory is mine!

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