Painting of Death

Painting of Death

A Poem by Beatrice Mars
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I need some more time.

"

I need some more time
(with this terrible painting)
you seem to have
(Killed)
not heard
me
I need some more time
to be myself
and I want this drug much more
that what ever you
can offer me
And I need more time with
your terrible painting
(of my dear friend)
for I’ve got a recital
and I don't want to
Mess it up
'cause this the last chance
that I’ve got
'cause after this
they throw me to the dogs
 
And my head hurts
my eyes are bleeding
(your art is that bad)
my hands are shaking
'cause this life aint for me
and yes I realise
it reads like a rock song
but I’m trying me best not to
(paint you)
kill you
while you're sitting there
So please
have some decency
to buy me
lunch
instead of letting me starve
(I like caviar)
you stink like
Punch
(yes that does make sense,
well it works in
the (a) concept)
 
I need some more time with your Painting of death
(it's very realistic,
right down to the dead body
and the flashing lights
coming to get me.)

 

© 2008 Beatrice Mars


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oooooooooo...
wow.......

Very good :D

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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

United Kingdom



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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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