Dark Poetry #4 |
Motivation |
KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110 |
Psychosis of the liver Neurosis of the lungs In a doctor's hand delivered The shape of a man that hung A coil forged by friends but then we all snap But these are all bitter things Angels that fly on devil wings Yet writhe about on puppet strings Was it caused by my voracity? My attempt to be free or the silhouette of her thighs Undulating and taunting me So that I took up my blade and brand and burnt the world Butchered every soul that did stand Between my torn heart, and that girl So now my feet the steady swing From the drop I’m suffocating Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I used to write such. Now things are different. Very creative imagery, but somewhat repulsive at the same time. God bless. -GIS So what if my wings are too scratched, cut, and beat up to fly... I'll walk. |
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Kaos Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 317between space and time |
very intense piece, angry yet emotional at the same time, unique blend of word choice and rhythmn. Very cool write thanks for sharing Life is a torment and torment an enigma. So burn the shackles of slavery and let love run free |
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