Cold Heat
Eyes of Smelted Steel
Boring thru Aorta
Drilling Jugular
Sparks Flying
Knives.
Dead.
Emotionless
Void of the Red
Hot Rivets Sparking
Fire once within My Chest.
Furnace Rusted Crushed Beyond
Barnacles of Iron Rotting
Cavities of Dark Suns
What Mined now
Ore.
Bare.
Knuckles
Flayed from Within
Left Hanging Leaning
Throttled by the Dirty Wind.
Cold Heat the Breath of Me
Staining the Burning Air
Where Once Stood
Pulsing Pumping
Heart.
James Patrick Casey 11/29/2010
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