Archive for January, 2008
No Pulse
You told me I should be ashamed
Caught in your headlights,
I believed
You said the light and love I’d given
I had lost,
So I should grieve.
You said I could be right and pure
If I scrub harder,
I’ll come clean
And I could be recalibrated
And run smooth,
Like a machine.
Then ancient ages, teenage phases
Went through my veins
Like blades of razors
Those yellow […]

