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May 07, 2010
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Dust choked mirror reflects dark sunken
orbs beneath crescent moon halves
Mutated skin wrists hang from frail
fractured limbs of tormented sinew
I've been here before and I know the routine
I've seen this before and I know what it means
Luna disc penetrates silver shards
across splintered boards of decline
Concentric circles of aching frown sends
ripped muscles into relentless spasm
I've been here before and I know the routine
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Right back down on my hands and knees
Three hundred and sixty degrees
.
I've seen this before and I know what it means
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Right back down on bloodied knees
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Skeletal digits stab jagged points into
broken face lingering in hopeless gawp
Déjà vu taunts and amplifies grief
filled pearls of salt stinging open wounds
I've seen this before and I know what it means
I've been here before and I know the routine
Stiffened facial expression of faith lost man
known as beast where little else compares
Dwelling within on the fringe of the brittle and
crumbling wall of inner haunting and remorse
Arc of hatred paints impure line across
hoarse and exposed chords of sound
Gurgled grin of remembrance falls silent
as tobacco stained breath expels existence
© 2010 Unsqueezed Productions
Dust choked mirror reflects dark sunken
orbs beneath crescent moon halves
Mutated skin wrists hang from frail
fractured limbs of tormented sinew
I've been here before and I know the routine
I've seen this before and I know what it means
Luna disc penetrates silver shards
across splintered boards of decline
Concentric circles of aching frown sends
ripped muscles into relentless spasm
I've been here before and I know the routine
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Right back down on my hands and knees
Three hundred and sixty degrees
.
I've seen this before and I know what it means
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Right back down on bloodied knees
Three hundred and sixty degrees
Skeletal digits stab jagged points into
broken face lingering in hopeless gawp
Déjà vu taunts and amplifies grief
filled pearls of salt stinging open wounds
I've seen this before and I know what it means
I've been here before and I know the routine
Stiffened facial expression of faith lost man
known as beast where little else compares
Dwelling within on the fringe of the brittle and
crumbling wall of inner haunting and remorse
Arc of hatred paints impure line across
hoarse and exposed chords of sound
Gurgled grin of remembrance falls silent
as tobacco stained breath expels existence
© 2010 Unsqueezed Productions
— Hooded Stranger, May 07, 2010
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Candlewitch
16 years 1 month ago
Dear HS
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Cat
ziggy
16 years 1 month ago
hood
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Zigs, your reply is three door down!!
Lonnie
16 years 1 month ago
I await the sounds!
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Lonnie
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Zigs
shirley harrison
16 years 1 month ago
really powerful
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Shirley
Alice Ember
16 years 1 month ago
Great job
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Alice
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
Hi Dan, though I wasn’t
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Anna
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
I keep forgetting to unblock
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
I wasn't...
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
Geeze, HS… we’re going
magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Hood
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Mona
magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Glad your back and
club special
16 years 1 month ago
Spastic imagery reined in by
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Club Special
greeneyes
16 years 1 month ago
Dan
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Elizabeth
lyz
16 years 1 month ago
The Prince is back
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Trouble?
lyz
16 years ago
I miss your wit hun, lol.
ziggy
16 years 1 month ago
hi
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Zigs
Roscoe Lane
16 years 1 month ago
Very imaginative writing,
Hooded Stranger
16 years 1 month ago
Roscoe
frangipangi
16 years ago
good, just great
Hooded Stranger
16 years ago
I am?
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