We weep for the blood of a bird |
" We weep for the blood of a bird, but not for the blood of a fish. Blessed are those with voices. If the dolls could speak, they would not doubt scream, 'I dont want to become human.'"
Wh...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 13:45:00 GMT |
promise me. |
sometimes i feel itlike acid in my veinsa clawing in my stomachand a stab in my heart.and i see themscars of my cursewhen i turn my hands over and overand i feel the rough skinand puckered red marksan...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 19:42:00 GMT |
the end |
this is the endthe final battlenowhere to run,hide, to break away.i hear them coming. i hear the screamsthe beating,the running,the thunderous drumming.like a beat on the brain.and the war song grows ...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 19:53:00 GMT |
