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Liquid Evil
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Liquid Evil |
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Octave Member
since 2008-07-29
Posts 186Highlands, Scotland. |
Liquid Evil Sitting on my own Bottle in my hand Chewing on this bone I can barely stand Eyes are filled with blood Lips raw with shattered words Heart is smeared with mud My pulse a broken bird The liquid on my lips Is my goodnight kiss Poison is what drips Poison is my wish This evil is my choice It’s what I need to see Creeps into my voice Creates a person that is not me Rotting from inside out I’m doing this to myself And in it’s there’s no doubt Not for goodness nor for health I want this blinding madness This choking sense of numb This prickling sense of sadness Is my rule of thumb I’m swallowing my pain Sitting here on my own Smothered in disdain I deserve to be alone Bottle in my hand Alone here I lie curled In this distant land I call the cruel world This is my solution This is my retreat Lying in pollution I admit defeat Dont worry, this poem doesn't relate to me. |
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freeand2sexy Senior Member
since 2008-09-12
Posts 704CA, USA |
Awesome poem, and I'm glad it doesn't relate to you. "Life is too confusing, but I like it that way!" |
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