Dark Poetry #4 |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
A fresh drink Fill your cup Up To the brim The lights dim Juicy molten sip A drink built, not mixed Settle in the stomache Queezy electric fire intestine Burn tastey smooth Sigh, swallow this Thick, concrete, heavy Weighty drink with lots of ice Cold slur I'm sick Remembering the sweetest taste Remembers me Revisit, its coming back Exit insertions Passing both directions Reality memory Dazed confused Hothead weary dizzy Something else Escape silenced pray Tear inside everyday Gouge myself in gorge Young dry blood forgotten Jello red shedding dead Tormenting weakness,... cry Slave trickle die John 12:25 He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. |
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