Friday, November 14, 2008

THE OUTCOMES

TORN FROM INSIDE, YOUR BLOOD SOAKED THEFT,
OF ALL THAT BEATS IN CHEST.
EMPTY CHASM LEAVES BODY BEREFT,
EYES SOAKED WET,
WIDOWS TO SOULS LEFT DYING.
IGNORING CARNAGE, SLAIN CORPSE DISCARDED,
KARMA’S THE ENEMY NOT FRIEND.

WHEN RHYTHM HAS ENDED,
DEATH FINDS RELEASE FROM YOUR GRIP,
NO HOPE FOR SURGEON TO MEND.

GONE ALL THE MORNING KISSED DAISIES,
WAIT A WHILE ALLOWS YOU THE SLIP.
SUMMER BURNS HOT WITH THE OUTCOMES.
Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2008.

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