.x.
footsteps thunder down the street
[sleep baby sleep]
the noise drowns out your pulse drumbeat
[induce this coma, fathoms deep]
.x.
dig up trenches, drenched in blood
[as chlorophom engulfs your lung]
to simulate this forelone flood
[close your eyes love day is done]
.x.
this death machine made melody
[a horror movie, side show freak]
this wartorn skin a fantisy
[this slashed smashed body bashed and weak]
.x.
Author notes
i don't know if i'm done with this yet.
Please tell me what you think
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youre amazing
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i was amazing, this is my first sign of poetical life in months. but thank you. i'll try to write more, even if it's just for you. lol. gimme a call sometime, we'll chill.
-raven
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