Tuesday, 24 June 2008

Leech Bite

It’s numb.
It swells.
It develops.
Into an orgy.
Of mind.
Desire.
Passion.
Betrayal.
Hatred.
Treachery.
Doubt.
Pain.
Then it bursts.
Red blood.
Dry black.
All is black.
All is calm.
All is forgotten.
An itch lingers.
Subsides.
Scratch to reality.
Bursts again.
The orgy is back!
You grow weaker.
Sucker.
Succumb.

1 comment:

pixeleen said...

an experience from the valley? ;-)