Its 3 to 12.
The body chants 'to bed, to bed'
On the pillow, lays her head
All prepped for Night's surgery.
Somehow tonight, the anesthesia fled
Crimson petals liquefies,bubbles ...splatters
Surgery's morphed into butchery.
The darkness sheds only light,
and thats the time I see you.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
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