In blood.

I framed this house

with stolen ideas.

I borrowed opinions from you.

 

I threw out the trashcan

and left notes on the ceiling

as you would read me to sleep.

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There's holes in the ceiling,

and blood in the sink.

I'm losing my teeth,

and leak from the spaces between.

A detatched and mangled dream,

I remembered in similes.

Its his blood,

its his word,

its the end.

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The scripture would ring,

with a dream I could sing.

Words in red,

words I read,

to you.

 

The way a dream starts,

a man apart from his past,

of the things he never had.

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There's ghosts in the sink,

where we spit just to drink.

A dirty word,

a name

to keep.

There's snakes in his teeth,

they swollowed his feet.

Now all he can do is speak.

Reviews

[trainwreck]

This definitely sounded like lyrics. The exact meaning, I imagine, would be a little clearer if I heard it set to music. Either way, excellent job!

[CHRIS ANDES]

I don't know the use of the lines
but the whole thing's definitely a song
=]

[Cathy Wattam]

I really liked this but unfortunately got distracted by the lack of punctuation and spelling issues - (*swallowed). It's often difficult to read a song as a poem and vice versa, however, in this case, I guess it works well both ways.

[roarke]

don't you mean "ceiling" instead of cieling?

Everything is working here. A solid poem. One of your best rhythm pieces.

[MissDragon]

Very imaginative and well put.

As the poison of the snake intoxicated you, in your wonderful words... I'm reading this twice, and I feel this is awesome. If it's a song, which instrument you would use with it? I am just wondering... nicely done!!