how many years now wasted
weighing the word [i]love[/i]
on broken scales?
there is no religion
to be found here
only stigmata
and the taste of dust
empty room
after empty room until
you finally reach the one
you call home
in this corner
a man shot in the face
from less than a
foot away
in that one
the woman who loves pain
screaming for the baby
she never had
you will become
one or you will become
the other and
either way
your future has been
determined
there is nothing left
but to be
nailed to it
