Sunday, 6 February 2000

Unknown

Sharp images

Of unwanted Dogs

Howling past me,

Bleeding souls and fastened eyes

On what is Neverneverland.

The flowing mane

Of the unknown,

Unspoken thoughts;

Mind ruled by freaks

Falling from the skies

With naked hearts,

Showing torn pictures

Of things

I’ve never had or seen,

Not even

In my worst nightmares…

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