"Sharp Objects (Black)"
by
W.B. Vogel
The acid burns the tongue,
As all the reasons scream
Till the dying day
Living for this lunacy,
Steel edge hungrily sings
For blood shining
Cruel need, the little cut
That speaks red prophecy,
Dark between the stars.
Copyright 2004 A.D.
posted by W.B. Vogel III at 7:14 AM 
