Too MuchA Poem by eatmillsIt’s
too much. I can only take what I want. It’s
too much. You take what you need. Impartial
to the gathering, you quiver. I only
can take so much. Your
head I must severe. This
is a ruse Planned
to amuse. Push
you down into the ground And
bury you. It’s
too much. My hatred burns. It’s
too much. Your love yearns. Nothing
fails. Something
fails. I
die. You cry. © 2011 eatmills |
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Added on August 14, 2011 Last Updated on August 14, 2011 Authoreatmillsmississauga, ontaio, CanadaAboutWhat do you want to know? I listen to surf, punk, metal, pop, techno, actually all music. Favourite Writers - William S Burroughs, Philip K Dick, Raymond Chandler, Stephen King, Edgar Allen Poe.. more..Writing
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