Bleak pastures of heaven,
Send bullets,
For tainted earth.
Ricochets on hydrogenous sheet.
Chill touches,
Piercing flesh.
Clasping body, quaking,
Warmth inapt still.
I remain,
Imbuing self,
With temper concealed,
In every shot.
Mirrors form from drips,
Plight manifests.
Finally eyes gave to the cause,
Of showing me my sorrow.
- Rasui Akira
written on January 25, 2006 – 4:20 PM
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