Pull out the eyes that burn me.
I see demons everywhere,stealing my sanity.
Rip off the ears that sting me,
with the precious screams of the innocent.
They take away the peaceful quiet I used to have.
My sanity is rationed.
Make me bleed until all my impure blood is washed
away with the morning rain
My soul slips down the gutter.
The shining flower wilts and dies
The pearl becomes black.
The tumours rise and fall,
river of blood.
Drown me,for the water makes me free.
I shall swim with the beautiful corpses,
until I am dragged back to earth.
To live eternity 6 feet underground in a box.
Worms and maggots feast on me.
They will gather in my brain,their secret clubhouse.
The alien inside of me yearns to rip me open
and drink of my black blood,
I am but a weak lamb.














Comments
Totally mad, but in a poetic way. Some good
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought Id depress you.
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ChryssHart
"I have a literal lust for knowledge. Just ask Bryn, she was there when I Stumbled that etymology page. . . "
is it confusing ?? ive heard my poetry is quite upside down
And how did that stoopid emoticon get in there!
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought Id depress you.
--
ChryssHart
"I have a literal lust for knowledge. Just ask Bryn, she was there when I Stumbled that etymology page. . . "
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