Stillness is brushed in blood <br />Blanketed in her love <br />Wolves in the flesh take form <br />Mirrors my soul to storm <br /> <br />Split down the centre of <br />Greed for a traitors lungs <br />Questions have predicates <br />Answers in stone and sweat <br /> <br />This part of my lie is true <br />Nothing to compare to <br />Nothing to synthesize <br />Stereo analyze <br /> <br />Rational atrophy <br />You’d kill the sun for me <br />End the abhorrent game <br />Of pretending we’re the same<br /><br />Jamie Dewyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dichotomy-3/
