Rite Of the KnifeA Poem by kennySliced ear to ear, beyond the capacaties of fear. Remade insane, nothing feels the same. Death had my face, and I lost the race, Pushed beyond the edge, sole purpose to break the pledge. Obsessive acts of hate, Bursting out the gate. Repulsed by what I see in my reflection, f*****g tired of fighting the infection. Self destruction, the only option. © 2011 kenny |
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1 Review Added on April 4, 2011 Last Updated on April 4, 2011 AuthorkennyAboutI mostly write sad poems, tongue in cheek poems, and poems about rocks :) more..Writing
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