Tuesday, February 9, 2010

to remain untitled until something fitting pops into my head

i’m thirsting to spill blood
in the form of ink
all over the too-clean pages.
need the raging war in my mind to settle upon neutral territory.
if i can’t trust people, i’ll trust pages.
pages won’t spread the news of raging battles
or broken soldiers
or too-brave heroes that gave his life to save another’s.
too many.
too many.
i need the media here.
someone get the word out-
cease the bombing of my happiness with your atomic abyss.
no more craving bullets.

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