Monday, 1 February 2010

Candy

Sweet as sugar,
hard as candy,
you aren't the god i wanted you to be.

spiders running, running everywhere,
white hot wit and dangerous flare,
your face isnt pretty.

more indecisive everyday you grow,

crumbling with delight i swallowed you down,

every last speck of me was gone.

trickling with remorse now you shudder,
and i,
i will be happy. i hate the sound of your voice.




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