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Hate to say I've lost control
but thats the way the poets go.
With liquid death
a glass or two.
Reach for that cigarette,
Light her up! Suck him in!
“Cause cancer's too goddamn slow!”
Taste the tar, your crawling through
While lifting gaze towards the sky,
and all around you...silence rains.
Darkness in a full bloom bouquet,
destroy its petals one by one.
Whispered lies and a devils kiss.
A gentle blade across one's wrist
Hate to say I've lost control
but, thats the way all poets go.
1 comment:
Despite the still sounding a little emo-ish m'dear, I have to say i quite liked that one. probably it was the imagery. I've kinda discovered that women writers are better at invoking the imagery than men....but thats all a little bit subjective.
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