saluteA Poem by joshua deathdealer05/2013
I will turn my back
even it breaks my neck your resolve is weak disfigure me guide me down the path I have chosen to be my own self destruction I will hide my face away from who I am suppose to be watch me disappear into the dead, black yonder like a balloon floating high amongst the billowing, toxic clouds of our magnificent waste
© 2014 joshua deathdealerAuthor's Note
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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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