The ashes burn,
down this empty house
and all the needles break,
inside this cancer cloud.
And all the fires rage,
inside- this empty heat-
for where i live, underground
the addicts rarely sleep.
So you hear their cries
the dreams of all their lies.
forces upon the last day break
for mornings always too late.
The withdraws only convince,
me of their empty sins
and all the fuckers die
i wont even cry.
You scream more at me.
fuck you, just let me be!
All alone inside myself,
consumed by empty wealth.
A contest entry
- hey [bro/ken baby] give me your world. by makeout kid.
475 points, ended February 19, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
does the title say enough? does the drug theme come along stronly enough?
Comments
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good
the title is good, though it could be better,
I LOVE the poem though.
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The ashes burn,
down this empty house
and all the needles break,
inside this cancer cloud.
the beginning really drew me in.
good luck!
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