30 January 2012

Slayer

 
early morning traffic in rome
   cigarettes and tears for breakfast;
streets I used to call my home
   are turning into bittersweet dust.

a phantom whispers in my ear
   today you choose who we'll slay;
pointing out the one most dear
   I bow down my head and obey.


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