29 August 2011


Hellacious 8/29

The light lights us like interrogation rooms
Faces all shadows and blazing spills of light
We are playing card games and the world is undoing itself
The storm is igniting the atmosphere
Is tearing apart the souls of the stars
Pouring down every glowing drop like a firefly
Mating in the August haze

Trees bend like priests
And whip themselves

Hit me
            Hit me
                        Hit me

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