LIGHTING struck the
ground you walk on,
LIKE a spear, it hits
a vein.IT bleeds, and
bleeds.
INSECTS,
TERMITES,
break the mussle of
love, from the inside,
only the inside.
THE out side is painted
up like a whore, working
the night, still there
is hope, so much hope,
when you take off your
clouths, and wash away
this sin....AMEN
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grubs-and-disire/
