Tuesday, May 24, 2011

The devil's Food

Today i wrote over a hundred random words in less than fifteen minutes.
They were as varied as imagined.
How thoughts and dreams jump and juggle,
Without form or pattern.

Constantly there is a battle within;
And the line is never fixed.
The hardest place to identify is the center,
Am almost convinced that there is none.

After a along silence we talked again today,
Yet i must confess you have not repented.
Do you know that though sweet to the tongue,
Yet bitter to the gullet is the devil's food

It burns all the intestines,
pouring them out through the very throat.
How do i know you ask?
Cause i have been a guest at his table one too many times.

I have taken the three, seven course meal he serves.
The aroma that tantalizes and beckons the fool.
The sight the draws the nitwit.
The taste that deceives and ensnares.

I know the end is death,
I have puked blood,
The stench of the putrid anus.
The pain of loss and destruction

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