Sunday, 24 February 2013

cold rain and nails

the joker said to the thief
i've had about enough of this 
shitty grief
go ahead, rob me 
kill me, just drill me 
to the ground 
let the cold hard rain
against my flesh 
lest, i resolve  
to remain silent
till i dissolve
till there's nothing left
thief, it will be better than theft 
it'll be atonement 
for you'll be transforming
this un-funny clown;
this heart
without fire
into a pedestrian martyr-