as loud as hell
a ringing bell
behind my smile
it shakes my teeth
and all the while
as vampires feed
i bleed

prithee, my dear,
why are we here
nobody knows
we go to sleep
as breathing flows
my mind secedes
i bleed

there's a place
in the buried west
in a cave
with a house in it
in the clay
the holes of hands
you can place
a hand in hand
i bleed-The Pixies

MrGrieves's Works

Poetry	09/23/2003	Anxiety Dream
Poetry	09/30/2003	No Return
Poetry	10/02/2003	I'm a Shoe
Poetry	11/12/2003	Mind Rake
Poetry	11/24/2003	What Comes Next

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