KinshipA Poem by David Angel M.
Vicious is a word that comes to mind
when I look back at our history
You know me from, the inside-out
A situation constructed by you
when the scenes played out, the blame was placed on me
We used to play games, with strangers
you we're the bait...I was the switch
Should have known that we wouldn't make it
no one ever did.
Several years gone under
I watch the sand fall through the glass.
I guess maybe we deserve what we got
no one gets by unscathed.
© 2012 David Angel M.
David Angel M.
AboutI am an artist in many forms. Recently I have gotten into performance, rather than tangible physical art. Fire is my lover right now, both hot and dangerous. There are new scars upon me, from being .. more..