Seeds have replaced my teeth, <br /> <br />life sprouts from my mouth demanding a standstill to a hard, <br /> <br />lost world. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Into pristine ears I demand, <br /> <br />promise, <br /> <br />scald, <br /> <br />lie. <br /> <br />Eyes that rejoice in the colours of our world <br /> <br />are closed forever by the words from my mouth and the touch of <br /> <br />a trigger.<br /><br />Anthony Dawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autocrat/
