12/28/12

Middle bent upwards – all out of shape

Hood torn and smashed at an angle

Really quite precise

The trunk lies mangled in the ditch

I wanna run and hide

As I take all of this in

But my feet are stuck, frozen to the ground

And I feel like all that I am

Watching this now

Is a dirty, ugly sin

The remains lie gutted and filleted

Scattered and flung about

Fire consumes everything

Everything but my doubts