Treasure Island

slam metalpuppets

(6/26/91 / roland)

Fabric Of Life

the bullet rips through the night
like a needle trailing a thread of blood
mending together the fabric of my life,
but the rain is falling and drowning me in self-guilt,
as i rape the pain with angel tears shed by the dealer of design,
wondering who created this fabric of life,
my life,
torn by the hands of depression,
by bullets and blood
needles and thread
as i fall into a euphoria
of tears

Copyright 2007

Submitted: Sunday, December 30, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 03, 2008

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