Hopeless Wrench

Hopeless Wrench

A Poem by Angelica

Bottle up your soul
as you’re s**t out of luck.
Pass it ’round the table
as the monsters gulp it up.

 

Hollow you’ll become
that’s just what they want.
Serving their commands
they laugh while they taunt.

© 2008 Angelica


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Added on February 15, 2008