Monday, May 11, 2009

Goldrush

I sank my teeth into molten gold
Slicing, swallowing blood, that flowed
Tipped like shots down my burning throat
Eyes like fire, burning bright
And you, you watch me from afar
Waiting for me to trip over
So you may catch me, a hero, forsooth
And yet you watch as I fall
For romance leaves little on your tongue
And I, the blinded, am undone.

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