![]() Cheer up ButtercupA Poem by kenny
The bullets that tear the flesh away from the bone,
the last warm air that leaves my body with an all too short moan. The sticky hot blood that pours forth from my broken form, the greasy feeling as my flesh gives way, writhing with the worm. the harder my soul struggles against its fate, the closer I am pulled to the final gate. All the force I have seems as nothing against the infinite powers that hold me away. and darkness never seems to give way to the day, The sun itself seems to forget my needs, and leaves me in darkness and disgrace, whilst all your kisses turn to spit in my face. Its impossible to look up, when you're pushed this far down into the bottom.
© 2012 kenny |
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1 Review Added on January 11, 2012 Last Updated on January 11, 2012 Author![]() kennyAboutI mostly write sad poems, tongue in cheek poems, and poems about rocks :) more..Writing
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