Write it
by the sea

people hear from heaven we stand in you people,
Oh, this mouse
this vile thing
the killer thinks
he laughs and walks the streets once more
as he walks away
Wondering planning his next attack
As he goes home to his wife and children
and tries to pick up the pieces and act like life is normal
While deep inside he lives in his own hell
for just this eatin donut hide... consensual
more than either hand
as dog-eared volumes
crying "enough"
this always happens
the sun sets too fast
the rest can't be written

Written March 11, 2005, 5:11 pm
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