AgonyA Poem by John StussyBurn, scald, scrape, destroy. End it for good, end it tonight. This thinking, it must stop now. I'm haunted and tearing, You can see my insides bursting forth. I pain these words with my blood As I fade into death slowly. Don't you like watching me do this? You're the one that brought it on, Betrayed me to the fullest And we pay for your crime, your sin. Your own son can't take it, It's an impossible weight to crush, I'm pressed under your stones Just like those of your faith did To those who hurt them. Enjoy this glass, I'll toast with you Upon finest red wine, The deepest and best quality. Human blood has no substitute, Especially that of your family, Your own blood. Tip the glass, Look into my eyes And tell me your tale, Show me your demons So I can grin at them. Watch me go tumbling Unwilling but too weak to fight, An undefended soul now claimed. The Pyro's paradise, I'll bleed day and night While I remember these agonies Til time ends. I give my life at last, I can't fight, I'm too weak. Broken, destroyed. Slashed, smashed. Your sickness's product. Are you happy now? Watch now As I do it, This knife will work Well enough. Here is the cut, Here are my insides, Laid bare to the cold air And here.... Here is my soul. © 2008 John StussyFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on November 4, 2008 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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