Can you feel the venom?
It’s spilling out of me
From the ulcer in my soul
It’s burning holes
In the floor of the elevator
“This is my floor
Please, excuse my entrails”
There’s an acidic taste
On my tongue
Burning holes
Through my soft gums
I’m bleeding again
“I’m sorry.
Didn’t mean to stain your new carpet”
Maybe they won’t notice
The hate that boils inside
The forever taste of vomit
The stench of such death
Though I am very much alive
“What is that?”
“Oh, that? It’s just my hope falling.”
There’s a mirror in front of me
I side glance
At my bleeding eyes
There’s a soul in there
Though not breathing
“Can you see that?”
“No. The mirror is fine.”
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What you have written in quotes sounds like shit I'd say. x.x
This is extremely... sick. And I'm getting twisted images now. Interesting nonetheless.
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Great writing. Very dark
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hmmmm
I'm sorry that you are so disdainfull of life in this poem.....the vibe resonates.....nice.
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