Feculence

It begins again

The subliminal soft carousal

Slowly, lowly and revolting

Twirling ‘round my head

 

This stale, delusional fault

This blame, this shame, this guilt

Them pains, the pangs of a trip

The lullaby of filth

 

Drip...

 

Drip

Drip

Drip

Dripping, seeping through my hair

 

No flair, no dare

Nothing but a sluggish pile

Sinking, slinking, groveling

Begging, weeping, choking

 

Hankering after occupied graves

Like burning coals

My eyes roasts my brain

Indecipherable bliss

 

More antsy distractions

Straight from the screen to my veins

Bursting, bleeding, gushing slippery slime

No breathing, no help, can barely blab

 

Like a mindless rant

Like a pointless visionary

Like this hollow temple

Like this laughable poem

 

 

-Leah 

Reviews

[jennifer little]

exalently said poem loved reading it great jon keep up the good work