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A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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04/2013

"
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 

© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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A great write of pain spoken from a incredible poet.
My friend its been far to long since I have read your words and much like wine they only grow better with time.
Still I believe you to be one of the best dark poets out there or at least my favorite to read.

Great work on this cheers and stay crazy
Gonzo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

11 Years Ago

Thank you sir!! Much obliged.



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I like this a lot. It feels relaxed and effortless, but very potent. I especially like how captivating the last line is.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

11 Years Ago

thank you very much
A great write of pain spoken from a incredible poet.
My friend its been far to long since I have read your words and much like wine they only grow better with time.
Still I believe you to be one of the best dark poets out there or at least my favorite to read.

Great work on this cheers and stay crazy
Gonzo

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

joshua deathdealer

11 Years Ago

Thank you sir!! Much obliged.

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Added on September 23, 2013
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Tags: love, dark, poetry

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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"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..

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