burning bridgesA Poem by joshua deathdealer05/2012
How I revel in the darkness
that has consumed and is destroying me. The sound of dirt hitting my closed casket is like unto a long awaited concert. Thud Thud Thud When you live to die, time is such a nasty thing. Dragging by as the sun burns lines in my skin. Day after day after dreaded day. I never wanted this life. Take it back. Put it into someone who actually might give a damn. Someone who may take it and use it on a better purpose for I have burned all my bridges. I have laid in waste for so long that the buzzards circle overhead while I bleed out steadily yet slowly. Understand that the brave die and walk the same.
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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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