state of bleeding mind
mindless waters broke the day she drowned
apart from the sceptical blank
pages of fellowship that carried pieces of
a symphony
there was a fight near the house
knives and fists were not involved, but rather
there was a dying Jesus with a blood-stained
page
borderlines drew apart from the crust
everywhere I went tears gave birth
to death
almost near the end the beginning was
filled with a passion beyond recognition
she was wretched, like the dawn of fire and
dead mice
in the basement I hang
she laughed
and the preacher fucked her
good
