better yetA Poem by joshua deathdealer04/2013
I give up
turning away from your back I face a bleak horizon relishing the inclement of this black event I present myself to failure the winner of the day the king, decorated in the bones of what is left of us drenched in the stench of who we once were I am ready to fade to close my eyes so that I may become invisible formless to your touch unobstructed by the beating of your heart
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StatsAuthorjoshua deathdealerCasket City, FLAbout"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..Writing
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