Thursday, April 2, 2015

I dreamt last night that I killed a man
I carved into his skin the words I long to say
I stabbed his chest with a cold steel blade
But you know what, what I find strange is
I was not met with any resistance
This man did not fight back
No cries of agony, no calls for mercy
The seven inch steel blade cutting
Flesh, apathy, disillusioned thoughts alike
And instead of red blood
A surreal indifference oozed out of the wounds

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