We opened ourselves to the setting sun
Now the bats are flooding the bell towers like rain
Each harlot is claiming mutiny in hell
Raising their fists towards the sky
I am alive in this cloud filled with fury
All the vultures tearing at the closet doors
Now is my time to live through the scratches
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We will never die, we will never die
Once again these options are eating my insides
Leeches under my tongue and inside my eyes
My veins will stay the flow of whiskey
I am the drunken vagrant with bullets in my chest
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My mother always said I was something special
I guess she was right
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Now the gunshots are ringing through my head
when the clocks hit noon, I lose my hands
Either way, my heart is still beating
A contest entry
- If I can survive this, I can survive anything. by volcaniclastic.
300 points, ended February 15, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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First off, love the title. It really sets the mood for the rest of the poem. I think that this poem has sort of an epic feel to it, as if this would be read as a Greek tragedy. The last stanza is awesome. It really sums up all the raw and powerful emotion and energy. Great theme, great flow, and best of luck in the contest. Cheers
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Interesting write, though I find it flows, and doesn't flow all at the same time.
I love the last line - either way, my heart is still beating.
Good luck in the contest
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