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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


2005-12-14 - 5:35 p.m.

*note: this was not written for anyone in particular or about anyone, just a product of my sick mind - fucking a', I've been inspired! weeeee!)

How dare you speak to me with your rotten tongue?

Your putrid air you breathe into my lungs

With hated eyes you spew your faith

And promise things no man can give.

How dare you touch me with your fetid claws?

Your disease you spread across my flaws

With hated mouth your spew your waste

And promise things no man can give.

How dare you look at me with your devil’s eyes?

Your crimson mark you leave upon my side

With hated teeth you share your distaste

And promise things no man can give.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave