silence
Weak and wretched as I wallow In this creepy sleepy hollow On this river bank begotten To the thankless rank and rotten Paralyzed I lie now crying In this dirt so hurt and dying Peering through my tears I focus Stare into the night and notice Each and every single beaming Stark and heartless star is screaming Words of murderous contention Meant to keep me from ascension Far away I hear the pounding Of the heart of darkness sounding For all the hellish bells do toll Within the chest of Death so cold Going mad from the repeating Of the beating, beating, beating Bleeding, rabid, Evil thumping Bloody bosom that keeps pumping Broken on my knees now crawling To the lord I am now calling why can't you see i want to slit my pallid wrists unless this quits I pray a razor blade appears So that I might cut off my ears Will this silence save me yet From this violent beating death
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rosschandler
i write a very dark, metaphoric and literarily techincal style of poetry. i do not like poetry that is prose. i have written since 15.....i believe in grand topics such as death, love, god, cosmos.....i believe my poetry is rhythmic and lyrical and...
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