Bullet

Bullet

A Poem by What happened to simple old me?
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I wonder how fucked up you'd think I am if you read these...

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I know you can't hear it,
but it's whispering to my ears
telling them
unspeakable things
a black crater mask over my mind
sharp dirt nails divulging rays of black steam
lunging forward, scratching, scathing 
scarring agony headed, towards painted shimmered
black lines, tinted grey pixels to thin 
veins of bloodshot eyes, flickering through
fast, broken, glassed fluorescents.
they don't care, they don't care for my cries
screaming out to Take them away
but th-you don't hear me, when I say,
please hear me, now,
while before I say it's too late,
and you're almost over.
How many times can I smile from trying to make 
a little matter of care come back to you.
Just I lay laughing at my attemps, thought..
Shall I say, beautiful werouf b***h
why did you ever, never, until
I paint a drawing with my pencil, in your mind
on perfect thin-thick sheets,
throwing-spinning dancing sharpenings to you eyes
splintered shattered leads curate 
leaving remorial shading over your boned-cheeks
that could've been it, 
could've been us,
do you see the vivid, vast
voluptuous detail 
she'll pass on deviant sexual glances 
your way, any day.
Though, it's too bad you can't have them. 

© 2010 What happened to simple old me?


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What happened to simple old me?
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'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..

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