Dark Poetry #5 |
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Dirty Water |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
My hands are wax and clay Lines of crusted filth Melting if I may Bloody lines of filth I have to stop and ponder At the things in which I wonder And perpetuate this day With what words are left to say A mark was left to make To pollute the very mind With an interesting mistake Against one very kind A skull is in my head For love words I used are dead In clay they're waxing rotter D*mn this dirty water --------------------- For Luis Does she pray, or am I prey? |
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SlowlyFallAway Member
since 2008-08-29
Posts 279North Carolina |
This reminds me of a song Breaking Benjamin would write, Idk why, but I loved it. |
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Mystress May Member
since 2007-10-25
Posts 296Taunton, MA |
Hey doll... Love the rhythm and flow... beautiful use of imagery. I enjoy it ![]() Our scars are the foundation for what we have become |
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pyre Member
since 2008-05-16
Posts 136 |
thank you |
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