An Old Rhyme to pass the time.

Jan 30 2006 3:51 AM
> I think I'm gonna spew... >


Psychic eyes spottin a distant collision. Precision.

Yet I ignore all ties with my miss hit vision. A decision.

Zoom out.

Wine, beer, xxxx and xxxxxxx.

Thought I might stop but ill keep on poppin them.

Traded in lives , glass demons keep on droppin them.

There might be shards, but ill just sleep on top of them.

Slip, Crash.

a split savage twisted and torn in two.

A dagger screams pristine clean for my left hand to hold it true.

Turn the blade inward , commit a surgical seppuku..

Slice , Gone. And I'm Born anew.

AMEN!

Could this be the heavenly light where such gods flew?

an angels hum?

my soul shone right through?

Mohammad , Jesus and Buddha too???

Not unless my soul is hiding in that regurgitated neon stew,

cus then my soul is splattered round the porcelain bowl and all over my shoe!

That's not warmth, just more Irish rum still burnin inside.

and a fluourescent bathroom bulb left buzzin through the night.

Uh oh, time to pray again...