Monday 10/29/2012 01:22:00 AM

subtle storms. tease the loose bricks. in weakened walls. the rain falls. the rain stabs the air. a dire marathon of blood and indifference.

the flood comes quietly. in a creeping whisper of moments. pale clocks tame the stairs. red pillows sculpt the darkness. the art of dying. in punchlines and free drinks.

life is loud. it has to be. to be noticed at all in such a dense crowd.

the machine growls. rabid with choices.

the words corrupt. desire infects. the virus of humanity. a fatal disease.

small monsters make their music. host their parties. blunted heroes. Boast the sun in their blindness.

the wind swallows her. the journey becomes the loss.

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