Engraved

Blood dripping from their hands

their arms were rather shrewd.

A blade, so sharp was like a dart

hit there hart straight threw.

A great big moan, its the phone

ringing on the line,

don't come, don't say, it's just "Hey"

inside this very dark room.

The floor was wet, I saw no sweat

just a heart pierced through.

This pumping organ.

Pumped until this pump began to see,

that all was lost,

above all cost,

the deal did not go through.

The ink was red, the paper skin,

my hands were held with leather shin.

The fountain poured,

the quill was wet,

the words were written

I was Inn.

My soul took flight

as the blood didst dry

upon the tin of the mountain inn

engraved with simple light

a multi-colored ass tonight

K.A.P.

5/3/2009