Salvo Of Ink

A salvo explodes

modes we are in.

I concede a devil,

found me again.

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I’ll supply banter

to be turned page

by your hand I’m

in a world of rage.

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I’ve got opened a

wound of a past.

Drowned whisky

finds a mind fast.

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I don’t know what

to do with all the

pain falling down

exploding in ink.

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Fire battalions of

words battle soul

of the devil reach

he does to control.

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I’ll not let it fester

me to rot all away.

I’ll beat it my heat

on a page to stay.

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Expose me naked

disrobe show fire

where ink I sweat

lets speech retire.

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Drowned I am lie

I do to myself sly

tactics I’ve used to

kiss hurt goodbye.

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I’ve not sweet an

illusion of passion.

My past is rotting,

in painful fashion.

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Trick the senses I

want fluid flow in

places of old hate

tear layers of skin.

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The pain is real it

slaughters a lamb,

for our god who

allows hurt stand.