bloodlossA Poem by dukovan
A conscious blood loss
Picked off the family tree A cautious headrush To get a way with being happy A temporal treatment Stoned at the gates of gold They all Look so damn happy. Holy basket Take care of my child for me I wanted mercy I wanted murder for the thief Please come quickly My father won't get out his seat Not responding And for that I'm still missing Most of my memories Suddenly Missing everything It's hardly hurting And now I'm in too deep And for you I'm so happy. © 2014 dukovan |
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Added on December 13, 2014 Last Updated on December 13, 2014 |