blood red angel

Rookie (3/16/1990 / conroe tx / livingston TX)

C.O.R.E. - Poem by blood red angel

We are the cogs of an evil engine
We twist and grind the greasy darkness
Within a maze of steel and stone
We turn incessantly

Underneath a rusted frame
Jagged, brown and slightly bent;
The weight of an institution

We are the rivets, the bolts,
The cuffs;
We bind you to our
With nameless numbers,
razor wire,
A labyrinth of concrete walls

Hear the rumble
The endless din of our machine
The noise that measures out
To silent,
Shattered souls
Of men

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  • Rookie Nut Fuck * (1/29/2007 2:09:00 PM)

    i luv the comparison...and the feeling is sent out...
    ? ~SaRaH~? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 14, 2010

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