Dark Poetry #4 |
Wooden Coward |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Trail of mystery Depths beckoning me Searchlight pierce history Uncover destruction of free Chant chant A little spell Angel or demon Bearing that fell Voices that say Level dismay Separate and open wide Prayers avail Blotches and boxes Little circle dots Myself with arrows pointing to myself My hand is raised to answer the question The answer slips The broken glass rolls and tips Little strips Blood They only want blood eating the war drum With the cross behind I must indeed be in Ireland As America turns green _________________________ Fat little demon Why to me ye turn Do ye see profit inside .'.'.'.'.'no.'.'.'.'no.'.' What is i you seek Bowls hold mere water and filth Blood and blood Solid flat answer Blood is a solid answer My blood is solid to answer Disillusioned blood Surely a crazy four-legged mammal |
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