Open Poetry #37 |
Unarmed |
Jason Lyle Senior Member
since 2003-02-07
Posts 1438With my darkling |
My darkling now, in sole control of what is left of shattered soul and what is left, in dieing breath is not enough to make me whole my will to change, my shot at hell is gone now and my faith as well my last prayer said, in waning breath was save me from this darkling cell my prayer was drowned, in empty wind my madness whispers, "I'm your friend" And what is left, in welcome death is warm embrace, of darkling sin I'm not sure he's father or son or if he's real, or I'm alone but comfort comes, with sighing breath And I don't care if he has won It's not like he has held a gun |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
I always wonder why anyone feels the need a gun hands are faster if in range if outside then you're killing for strange words and emotions do control A politician on high My soul Dave |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
this is tight...love the flow |
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