Dark Poetry #3 |
Very Visual Poem I Call.... UNKNOWN |
Jonathan The Mind Junior Member
since 2002-07-13
Posts 13Minnesota |
UNKNOWN By: Jonathan L. Lying upon the curved couch Staring deep into dark pools of black Slowly the blackness grows Beads of wetness fall down my face Shaking before the visions Morbid memories floating in an empty mind Body parts hanging from hangers of clothes Heads beaten upon broken glass Lakes of blood cover the linoleum The taste of brain remains Eyes shift to the holder of blackness Air soars past my body Bringing his mind into blackness Eating his remains |
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PoeticGoddessOfDepression Member
since 2002-07-02
Posts 439I am everywhere |
Gross... but very good. _Sara If we follow the invisible line of hatred, it will lead us straight to our hearts. |
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