![]() Raised FleshA Poem by Jaspar
Raised Flesh
This is no laughing matter. I'm afraid of myself. The veins look so fragile. My mental state failing. Time runs short. This road map of scars, directions of a sad life. Broken love haunts me. These scars remind me of you. All you took. All your lies. 5 plus years you said goodbye. Contemplate suicide. I just can't believe you got the best of me. The rest of me hides deep inside. This house of death I reside. -Jaspar © 2015 Jaspar |
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Added on October 16, 2015 Last Updated on October 16, 2015 AuthorJasparPort Colborne, Ontario, CanadaAboutHello Hello! I'm Jaspar. I'm into writing, music and art in general. I just though it would be cool to put some of my writings online to share with and interact with other like minded individuals. So .. more..Writing
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