Reassembled
Want to throw it all away
this blockage, this wreckage
that bleeds out of me
like some tainted sick syrupy poison
descending from half open lips
has it been awhile
since I've written trite this bad?
another foul mood
with no way to soothe these pricks
laying it on thick
but still they will contemplate
all the twisted meanings
the hidden screenings
of my unspoken thoughts
sometimes all I see are words
and they flow together
into incoherent fragments
that just beg and plead
to be reassembled
into something beautiful
from the spiraling chaos
radiating from within
mathiasthom
written 9/17/09
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