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It is Too Late

Woke up dead,

Can't remember why.

Two blades match hands,

This rotating thing is a lie.

 

Upon my bed--

   Now reeks with death--

The plan is set

To sever all heads.

 

Distant, absorbed, truly deluded,

Words I would think

If looking at me.

He was a quiet one, they might say.

 

Counterclockwise, back step, deliberate crossing the line,

Sometimes things need to be stirred.

Smokeless shot, spray of fluid life,

All that is seen from my grave...miles away.

 

 

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  • voodoo ink Greeters member
    November 8

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    Welcome to AllPoetry!!!

    A shadow of darkness looms over this, with a shade of sadness...very well written!
    Welcome to AllPoetry! I hope you enjoy yourself on this site!

    Blessed Be,
    Jeremy
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  • StormGoddess Greeters member
    November 8

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    Welcome to AllPoetry!

    Interesting. The style is a bit different, but that is good. Uniqueness is a great quality in writing in my eyes. Though I can feel a sadness in this, it is well described and worth the read.

    Welcome to AP. If you have any questions, feel free to IM me.
    Keep expressing through writing.
    Storm
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