Dark Poetry #4 |
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Dark Green Grass |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I dance, And I find a hole, In the world, Opening nails, gutters, claustrophobia My delicate parts deceive me I adore this fallen fancy Delighted smells of baby breathe My own mouth dictator fresh smells To own a gun, a vicious pistol of sorts Smell the burn Relax take a break Break Broken soul Break my Part of the rain Freezing of the brain I've squeaked For you Truly I'm true Rotten And forgotten This little Little Little more And a broken guitar Fragile is the rockstar Tear my head Rip my soul R. I. P. What is control? Shining chrome letters Spell out Jesus' name Slow down Crystal clarity Your sin fills my hand Blood spots and splash |
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XxForever.BrokenxX Senior Member
since 2008-01-20
Posts 891Neverland |
I'm not sure I understand but I like it all the same. Great write. {~~*~~} {&]ebbing.away.from*my.pain.}} |
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