Slimy death stuck to myself
And leeches around my penis
Swimming in a pool of rot
Bound to be blasphemous
Buzzing energy blanks me out
So that I can’t think
I feel buzzing come out from my voice
Stuck inside so hard like a lover
I’m not connected with what’s external
Outside my own body I seem to hover
I just can’t stand this living death
And by living it mocks the intensity
Without the marks plain and stark
It’s made small what has immensity
So much value inside a statue
Screaming to break free
And the silent presence of that Matthew
Speaks many hidden meanings
It’s not solid what it’s not
Not latched and can’t earn pounds
It doesn’t matter to be tangible
When I suffer without a sound
Too much loss it’s all embossed
By a thousand leeches bound…
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Author:
Lewis O’Carroll (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Graphic, tortured and a hard read it speaks in raw terms of pain itself. Well done
Thank you sir, yes my poems contain much of the graphic and perverse as a reflection of my own life
You are most welcome
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