Oh darling this doesn't seem natural.
[No, not at all]
I'm walking these city streets with a hole where my heart should be.
Without.A.Heartbeat.
Oh no this is not possible.
[No, not at all]
Holes in the ground where the dead should be.
Seems our beloved deceased are roaming the streets.
I come across a couple's graves side-by-side.
So much in love,
but as dead as they could be.
Who knew your scream would be loud enough to wake the dead?
You're laying paralyzed in your safe place with your eyes swed tight,
on your way to the Hosp. i. t. al;;
" oh god, i'm not okay! "
" no no, i'm not alright! "
You're hoping not to die at the Hosp. i. t. al;;
but babe it's gonna happen anyway.
Don't you realize?
Surgeons in glittler masks can't sew up that hole in your chest.
S.C.R.E.A.M!
Your Life Depends On It;
P.retty even
I.n
T.he grave♥
" Oh Darling, Tonight seems like a beautiful night to die. "
Author notes
Deffffff. some weird shit I threw together.
The Used<3
I can't help what I come up with in my head;;
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*claps*
bravo doll;; bra-fxcking-vo
xox
glad to see a male write this way!
xoxox
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Amazing
I wonder why this beautiful poem highlighting the pangs and frustration of being sick is called shit by the author. I like it a lot. The poem has a natural flow and rhythem. This moves like a lovely sad tale. I have myself seen it and know how tough is it to be in the hospital bed and wait for the unlikely cure and death. Kudos to it. It is an example of dark shaded poems.
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this is really good
liek foo shoo -
Too cliche, overdone, etc.
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wow i loved this
it was intense
and just really great
amazing job, really
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