Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Born Of A Whisper

Convulsions and spasms,
A moment of death
Pain's purest pleasure
The parting of Red Sea
Agonizing breaths
A return to the primal
Of an animal's instinct
With an unknown innocence
To be brutally torn
Reclaimed by a will
Knowing no passions
Purposeful and cold
Molded by points of desire
Joy was never so terrifying.