Unsaved fingers br Are remembered in tiny streaks br In bad patches br Gleam on through where no layer presses itself upon br Words have been flowing from my tips to the keys br And entered the void - Oblivion cast its gargoyles br On my Wounds- To speak damnation would be heresy br But i chrurn up spite against damnation and toss it at br Gargoyles whatever shade or path they came from br They own many eyes, slimy toes, harrwing seeds they br Spray on human face.