the world is never enough..
you can't hear me..
I'm standing in the shadows of life..
I have the needs of the ravenous..
please feed me..never to tease me..
I can see through your lies you call a life..
just some echoes of unintelligable speech patterns..
I do believe you need a translator or is it a receiver
of the lines I'm giving you?
can't you hear your own heart beating
or is it malefescant cheating..
brush back your hair..
a look a touch..flushed skin..
a need of gentle repair..
and so I'm left here bleeding..
my emotive sans felt and scheming..
die my darling..
die..
By Rick Weber
March 5, 2012
copywritten
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
