Pasted on a bench with a forty at hand
hiding my stash with the Burger King trash,
your dark eyes dawn disappointments
to whisper in the night, I'm leaving you.
Shoot me up with an arrogant response
as anger draws it's bloody knife
falling down for the sake of self-pity
and I'll save you a good seat in hell.
Breathe in this death, a melody black
and I will confirm another failure,
death is a child and death is my mother,
let's toast these passions and forget.
But what's left were the New York Skyline's
perpetual erections that wait on Islam,
no convictions hold this lonely disease
embracing what's left in the journey.
Awaken spread skies without Jesus
where immortality is a rumour,
don't let me bring you down this path
just go on with your desolation.
It's an evil fantasy, a melody black
and I can't confirm a resurrection,
death is a trial and death is my mother,
let's roast these passions to forget.
Can you roll another?
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sounds like me and my mad thoughts whilst sat at the bar and wondering where my life ended up, other than at the bottom of a glass.
a good poem.
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So good to see you posting your fabulous poetry on here again. Have really missed it. This was an amazing piece, I loved every stanza!
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I would have to paste the whole poem here in an attempt to tell you what i liked most. This is a deeply dark piece painting a vivid picture of someone given up all hope for finding reason to try, in this crazy cage of society. Its almost like you are saying, fuck it, bring on the fire and brimstone because it can't be worse than this.
Much to ponder... great to read you again!
Excellent! A child of death seeking their mother
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A very powerful piece of poetry. You have created an outstanding piece with this. Bravo
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dude, a minimum of two...damn, this is incredible...love that you placed "evil fantasy" in there...reads darkly somber into rage and indifference...beautifully done...perfect placement...love love it...always youre so cool
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3rd stanza hit me hard...
it is so good to see you here posting your passion again...I for one miss the hell outta you
...I know that does not count for much but it is honesty at it's prime baby...lol. I would never lie to you for the sake of saving grace...
I really miss the dark passion that comes from your life...don't roll another one dear...just look up, close your eyes and throw your arms out and feel the love consume you...you know it's there, I know you do.
...in case of emergency, use this.
love ya
from Texas
♥Becky♥
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it's nice to read you again, Alice
"your dark eyes dawn disappointments
to whisper in the night, I'm leaving you." -- i love that
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think I'll roll another number for the road
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