Odito
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008

 

I have a handful of hearts
A heartful of stone
A hand filled with rocks
A heart bound by bone

A cage filled with life
Inside piles of flesh
With eyes to look out
Into lies so fresh

So frown upon you
The foul play you do
So foul so confused
Crowned with new jewels

An essense like measels
And shivers like bugs
The peasents play lethal
With passtime I shrug

Away