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"Bloody Lips" Dementia, Denial, Frustration and Style,
Words so Chaotic, Masochistic, and Stylistic, Escape my Bloody Lips,
"Tendancies" Bloodied Sheets, And Torn Flesh,
Crying Eyes, And Petty Allibies,
Sadistic Grins, And Sniffling Noses,
Vacant Gazes, And Dark Rooms,
******** this.... "Tainted"
These Evil Thoughts, Keep Taunting me, Tainting me, Enveloping me, Clouding my Vision, Poisoning my Thoughts, Scarring my Flesh,
I Think Perhaps, It's Best,
That I Conquer this, Alone... "Drowning" Maybe the Waves'll Pull me Under, Maybe the Sea will Swallow me, Maybe the Tears'll Dry,
Maybe the Water will Soothe these Mental Burns,
Maybe the Waves'll tear away these Invisible Cords which Entangle me, Maybe my Last Breath will Escape into this Infinite BLue, Maybe the Waves'll Let me Learn to Fly,
Maybe this Day is my Day to Die... Meh....I can't think of anymore, if you like it lemme know ok? I may try to finish it later...by the way...each differentiating color is a new poem...These are all from my sketch book, just written down randomly as I thought them....more to come in the next posting...
Desmond De Gausan · Sat Oct 09, 2004 @ 11:40pm · 1 Comments |
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