SOCIOPATHA Poem by TerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerror"Black sheep, cons, misfits, the ones that break all the rules. We are careers criminals, protesters, rebels with a cause. Addiction our religion. Who are we behaving for anyway? "
sunshine bends in vigil seeking absolution's hell the steeper edge of steel balance beam of a trail the driving wheel spiked for the kill a heart in trespass rigged like a printing press cut from raw intensity a Bad seed wild and free blood of my blood is destiny's tongue the devil is my kin swimming in gin drowning inside to simply be still sinking deeper into gradual furious and gently we lose will angel’s tears fill my quill shedding the reach of a mind idle regrettable and suicidal a ledge’s last chance to dance this box in need of one last nail leaving with a tourniquet smile defined failure bluffing on a blind no chance of a winner Terry Darcy-Ryan
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Added on September 8, 2017Last Updated on October 2, 2020 Tags: cons, rebel of all rules, "Black sheep, abusing all substances. Who are , misfits the one that break all t AuthorTerryDarcy-Ryan akaSheerTerrorPHOENIX, AZAboutWhen I was a young girl I was your average Tomboy. I lived to watch Star Trek the only thing that could take me away from the voyages of the Star Ship Enterprise was playing Baseball with the boys. .. more..Writing
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