Nylon or Leather

[souldoll]

The dead Messiah slipped so softly
into nearness of the night.
with painless epithets he whispered
"never wander towards the light."

and then he paused outside a window
standing still without, he sighed
a gentle breeze brushed past his lips
"how brutaly the world has lied."

the gossamer obsidian clinched tight
his fragil form and he wept
to see the children laughing;
hollow sounds spewed forth sadly,

a sinful sort of mirthless glee.

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I spout shit so easily these days.