Friday, February 25, 2011

Gauntly Disguises

Lashing at the leeches
all tattered and torn

Ripping at the horns
that are no longer worn

deep impulses reckon to
gather your soul

taking you into darkness
where nothing will hold

scrape up all the drippings
so no one is wiser

bewildered lights burn out
for gauntly disguises

these masks of delight
some with twisted terror

the flavors never cease
where imagination flows

2010 - Meeka

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