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nevermore93 Member
since 2007-10-24
Posts 73 |
Today, I shot twenty men, then told them salvation would be their end. What a mess. Scattered bits and pieces of life, shattered across a star-crossed sky. I am alive. I look upon their lifeless faces, shapes losing form, decaying, aging. Let them ascend. To sell my soul for gold, a story told a thousand times, than told once more. I cry. Bounties hurt, for torment burns with twice the ire when metal meets fire. Observation. Serenade me, silent wails of freshly made human carpachio, newborn ghosts. Deny me. As I walk away, the weight of a thousand souls takes its place, on my back. I, end. |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
We have a common way of writing. You've captured this beautifully. |
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