Sulfur evokes a sense of security
In the complex rhythm of deception
Taken by the soul to unlock the identity
And rise against the minds’ controlling function
How can the mind overtake the senses
Tainted by the scent of blood
A mutinous fulfillment of the human desire
To saturate the world with our organic incineration
Tattoos bleeding names through laced fingers
Torn flesh openly revealing the liquid tar
Draws upon the dark intentions of the silent
Mockingly eroding the glass wall that divides us
A million faces staring through the surface, blinded
Watching us violate our own humanity
We live hoping to fend off the knowledge
That one day the only blood left
Will be ours
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Written June 26th, 2006
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i would definitely call it "Bob" too.
-ryan -
This is very nice. DEEP. Quite thought provoking actually... This has such a very true meaning and poignant tone about it. I had the thought of a title that came to me as I read... "Match Point" - kind of like what has been given can give no more, but only take. Not sure how to explain any of that - B-U-T, This is truly a great write. Best wishes!
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I like the poem, the description is amazing. But can't think of a possible title though, it's like your muse just flows whatever that comes out of your mind, possibly those stream-of-conscious writing. Good work though, I love the lines:
A mutinous fulfillment of the human desire
To saturate the world with our organic incineration
The graphic imagery of blood just strikes me.
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