By jack
Date: 6 January 2001
somethin at least
flowers pouring torrents
on crystal laden air
caught up in avalanche
skidding down a stair
lady named veronica
family named mocbeth
holds my heart a hostage
sugar sweets of death
laughing what is pride
when made into a tool
slowly grind one up
show them such a fool
discarded like the trash
empty every night
soul left in tatters
she giggle's at my plight
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