Gaunt

STRETCHED THIN AND GAUNT
RIBCAGE SKETCHED ON THE SKIN
DRY BONES POP AND CRACK
WITHERED MAN THAT I AM
COLD AND UNCARING
SOMBRE AND BLACK
I LAY IN THE BLACK EMPTINESS OF NIGHT
HAUNTING THE ALLEYWAYS OF MY MISERY.

MUDCROW
OCTOBER 29 1998


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