Death Becomes MeA Poem by Harry Mora
These chemicals inside me, slowly tainting all I see. Broken hearted attitude, Self inflicted solitude. Death holds my hand softly.
Pills and bumps in the night, cloud the vision of my nights. Friends surround but, I ignore. This existence such a chore. Death holds my hand softly.
Eyes sunken, look like hell Death be-comes me Zombie walking, shallow breath Death be-comes me Vision can't see, lost inside Death be-comes me Death becomes me
Mixing chemistry inside. No Dr.Jekyl, I just hide. Tattoos and razor blades. Mark this creature that I've made. She holds me oh so softly
Music for the traumatized. Soundtrack for a suicide. Options seem to minimize. Living on pain, but I don't die. She wants me oh so badly.
My eyes black, look like hell Death be-comes me This body moves, an empty shell. Death be-comes me No life, just chemical highs Death be-comes me Death becomes me © 2010 Harry MoraReviews
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Added on July 13, 2010Last Updated on July 13, 2010 AuthorHarry MoraEast Newark, NJAboutMy work began primarily as a way to exorcise my own inner demons, and give them a voice outside of my mind. I currently have a short stories in the anthologies MASTERS OF HORROR: DAMNED IF YOU DON'.. more..Writing
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