EpitaphA Poem by The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)
Mechanical rhythm… Once connected heartbeat Now out of synch With the spirit It has given life to. Under the gun… Letting the trigger Do the talking Taking a bullet To stop the bleeding. Out on the run… Painting the town With any color Not already drained Through lonely wounds. Now I will write My own epitath While I still have time. Here lies a man Cursed by three little words. They were his disease They were his cure They were what he lived for They were the reason he died. © 2009 The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)Featured Review
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Added on May 31, 2009Last Updated on June 1, 2009 AuthorThe Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncoolAboutBirth name: Dale Deadmond Born November 20th, 1969 Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate. This is my world of my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..Writing
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