#feburary 2013

[giveintogarrett]

Garrett Hedlund for Details Magazine

📷 by Mark Seliger

[jisatsuomoide]

Dissolve

                                     Blood on her hands,

A messy problem of the year.

Quivering eyes, worn out smile,

Mouth watering and tongues,

They had been broken and weep of pain.

Only her mind can solace her,

Her only ally,

Yet the crowd is all cheering.

Despite the one laying before her,

Motionless and cold,

But a pitiful eye gazes at,

This deformed crowd,

And she soon realized,

The person before her was,

Only,

Civil and right.

The cold hand would slap her,

Then his hand touched her shoulder,

“Snap out of it!”

For these were risky words.

Now she had laid still,

The crowd admiring the screams and cries,

Their hunger is finally fulfilled.

They keep coming though,

Their mouths opened like whores.

I give them tangerines,

And watch the,

Joy and cheer.

A story of the girl,

With a fire in her eye,

Her choices of regret,

And so her story unfolds.

Finally, truth has been told,

The crowd is given grapefruit,

And so they revolt and shun her,

Why not spit on her grave?

She finally gets up,

That weak and tormented soul.

She describes the environment,

Wicked and bitter.

A sword wielded in her hands,

She ceases it all,

For the people now maundered,

Silently.

The rest is partly arcane,

But as for the girl,

She smiles with a leash,

On everyone to control like dogs,

And so her hands are clean.