IndecisionA Poem by Wraith.
Delusion, bodies scurrying below
skipping and lapsing and praying to god
Out cold on the floor Time to scrape this fragile heap of dead butterflies from inside her mouth Who has injected all the daises with hallucinogenics Farmer with the locust eyes is screeching at disabled pigeons Orgy of grass blades infecting each other Like the swill of stomach acid Overhead the sky curdles thick sickly sludge sprayed out like embalming fluid Now shes awoken but nauseous Hammer swung down earth shattering forces Turned inside out, dark clots on pale fortress © 2015 Wraith. |
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Added on August 14, 2015 Last Updated on August 14, 2015 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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