Posted by: Devin | January 23, 2013


(inspiration: I Can’t See the Forest for the Trees)


douse your head in flames, be wary

of the path you tread

sow the reapage of your tortures

everywhere lies bare


cradle tight the one you long for

douse the fires bare

nothing left but pure resentment

and this voice of pain


I see trees

trees of decay

riddled dead with

pesticides and hate


fill me up with semen strained from

what the hatred breeds

nothing left but blindness blinded

and the sound of deafness, bare




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