January 20, 2013 § 21 Comments
I slit my wrist, tear out my nail and burn the lamp.
I melt my flesh, swallow my tears and turn em into words.
I pierce my soul, dip in my finger and write.
The winds blow out the lamp.
The tears murder the words.
The soul dissolves.
But, i am indestructible.
Am i not the one who is free?