#72. talk. or yell.

April, 2005

Prologue.
Is it through words that we hurt people or through actions?

I thought
About Love, and about worldly definitions
That some assholes in togas once made up
To fuck with tender souls.

I.
You know things have gone too far
When individuals throw words around
Like lit up torches.
But they accidently hit your heart.

And then you learn to run away.

II.
It is with very clear terms
That you succeed to flip the switch
Of my internal vision to show:

The hungry deadly grip
Of one doberman's unfriendly jaw,
To bleed it dry,
Much like Achilles,
At the ankle of the evil one.

III.
That's when you know
It's time to close your eyes
In an attempt to enter bright oblivion
Of meeting, in your dreams, your muse
And satisfying girly touch.

Epilogue.
Aware of the damage actions bring,
Still furious from burns that words provide--
The fire burns the river dry,
You must comply,
With their fucked up definition of the world.