Let me breathe
these toxins
that corrode
my mind's eye.
Dissolving,
As our flesh
is waiting,
and begging
For the death
From itself.
These toxins
Make the wolf
Hunger for
Our own flesh.
Eat this flesh
To live this
Life and breathe
these toxins .
My lungs ache
from hunger
waiting for
these toxins
To breathe in.
Killing self
as we try
to knock down
Heaven's door.
At birth we,
In life they,
In death I,
Lay unmasked .
Author notes
Any criticism is greatly welcomed and appreciated!, be gentle though..lol First time i did a poem with an actual rhythm and just a beginner in this site as well.
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Comments
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These toxins
Make the wolf
Hunger for
Our own flesh.
good imagery, thnx for sharing
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