Bite My Wire Poem by John Ackerman
Bite My Wire
shackled beneath a skull that bleeds
mouths filled with a junction of staying alive;
shape throughout an intense gathering throughout a thrill
shades of Pine half past it's Willow;
come on baby light my fire,
stand still erase the thrill here after
outside meager intense vibe swell
some have chased after their so called Hell
many years have past having every reason to last
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