White-knuckle Mute

Remarkable deeds
Ungodly breeds
Unmatched love for cold sweat dreams.
I talk to you from miles upon miles,
No phone
No lines,
The parasite that climbs your back
It is me,
I feed off that
Bridge I built,
On my shoulder rides
Mad guilt,
Center of gravity finds center
White-knuckle mute.

Published May 03, 2010 Write a comment
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york2frisco
Wow... this gave me the creeps. Really good. Spooky, reminds me of " The Tingler "... grade "B" movie with a grade "A" concept.
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