I'VE SEEN TOO MUCH

I've seen enough to know
I've seen too much
I've felt the gruling pain
of your unwanted touch.

Its amazing you can reach me
On that pedestal you stand
But the only view I see
Is the back of your strong hand.

It used to be an accident
And apologies you'd bleed
Now to tame that hunger
On my pane you always feed.

It's gone much further
My bruises aren't enough
My friends don't even ask
They know I'll always bluff.

Well it's finally happened
You can't hurt me anymore
There's no more pain inside me
For all my blood is on the floor.

M.H.








HANDS

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Skinny pretentious bastard why do I let you
hurt me this way? I need to touch
your hair your eyes your back

your hands
everything

funny tears             reality tears
tearing me apart hands building me up again
two dimensional walking paradox a
Moebius strip of hands
Fists of rage shatter your
empty illusions of profundity
fingers cold damp and
bloated as your self sense you sense
nothing             your hands destroy as they hurt
let them go your hands are bound
they rage following me into darkness

S.A.


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