Innocent AddictA Poem by isiah_holmes
The mass pollutant, posioner of the soul The flesh, rotting Black as coal Defiler of the soul
The mist came to me once Coming deep from the intestine of the wood The cold place, the wonderment of sin The mist, the deadly weapon Took the shape of a snake..the great serpent The evil, the crulest instinctual form The snake devoured a sack of sand and dust Bones..sacrifical bones..new kin The serpent must sin!
The cruel beast vomited up a child the transformation, the overtaking From its womb the child was tainted Forever bound Never to be found Swimming alone, drowning in the snakes gut
She cuts the wings from the moth Blindly burning itself on the flame The mothers shame..eturnal hate Forsakes the fate of the young girl, innocently guilty
Why must this parasitic worm fester! Feasting on the hopeful kindness! This cruel creature! Destorying these beauties The kind, hateful offspring
..NOOoooo.. Help these fickled echo screams die...
"Lost" cries the goose, the immigrent The nomad, seperated from its flock Time tick tock The eturnal clock eroding its youthful mind
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Added on August 28, 2013 Last Updated on August 28, 2013 Author
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