BulletA Poem by What happened to simple old me?I wonder how fucked up you'd think I am if you read these...
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.
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1 Review Added on November 27, 2010 Last Updated on November 27, 2010 AuthorWhat happened to simple old me?United KingdomAbout'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..Writing
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