Friday, October 29, 2004

Thunder

Lights blare,
redundant color.
Shuffling feet,
with money continues.
Childhood dreams,
shattered by truth.
Violence all.
only for romance.
Personal vengance,
for a night forgotten.
Thunder hits,
death its punishment.

I had in my head an image of a call girl gone bad. Pissed off by a John that forgot how special she was.

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