Senseless SensesA Poem by Michael Morris
Look At Me D****t, At What You Have Done
Look At Your Creation, What I Have Become Taste The Thickness Of Loathing In The Air Taste What You Think And Know Is Despair Listen To The Beat Of A Dieing Heart Listen To The Agony As My Soul Departs Smell The Potent Aroma Of Decay In Feelings Smell The Stench Of Hate Filling Your Surroundings Feel My Skin As It Calluses And Cold ens Feel The Blood Thicken And Hopelessness Molten Sense All That Has Become Of Your Senselessness Since You Have No Feeling Of Your Own © 2020 Michael MorrisFeatured Review
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5 Reviews Added on April 6, 2011 Last Updated on October 22, 2020 AuthorMichael MorrisArvada, COAboutI only aspire to be as good as a long night of Colt 45's, Munchos, and grape northern lights blunt. more..Writing
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