mezzoloth

thoughtlessness
let us forget how she feels
do not consider her emotions
there must be another way
some other way
back to the clouds

solace, in a blanket
be the bits of my vengeance
tattered about in hope and benevolence
there must be a hint of decay
stashed away, stashed away
in these killer clouds

plundering thoughts
of a mezzoloth in my head
mezzoloth under my blankets
there must be a secret rage,
a fury aged
fermenting in my clouds

2007.nov.06