Red

Red

A Poem by Elias

Red


People die

Some don’t

Philip was my best friend

He was never mad at me

And never jealous

But his face would go all red and heated

And he would hit me with words

Right until it hurts

He knew his vocation

The drugs did to

And the needle fucked his vein so hard

Until he couldn’t but laugh and die

Away

 

But there’s hope for poor Philip

He’s there; on the screen

I see him! Right there

Where the cameras were

That’s his vocation

And he’s breathing with temptation

And his emotion-persuasion

The illusion is complete

And get’s real pretty fast

You almost missed it

But didn’t

And f*****g hell, that’ll last

© 2014 Elias


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"That’s his vocation

And he’s breathing with temptation

And his emotion-persuasion

The illusion is complete"

I like thos lines the most. Thank you for sharing...:)...................


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Added on April 4, 2014
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Tags: dead, drugs, vein, heroin, alive, forever, red, heated, movies, vocation

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Elias
Elias

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