Seeking missiles from mars
Where the gods of hypocrisy lie
Bust me like the feeble table
Leave me broken and fuel for your fire
So I'll burn my vitals for your lungs to consume
Smoke me like a sadistic remedy
...
I love the smile you shed on my neck and shoulder
It's a mark I'll never not notice
But it leaves you a scar you won't forget
My teeth sink into your morals
Liquid poison to compliment your anarchy smoke
Influence the blank and violence buried
...
With the cycle ready for another round,
I drop you down without eyes
For they are mine now
As she took mine oh so long ago
Plug them into my vacant cavities
There my vision will become 50 again
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: November 30th, 2016 22:13
- Comment from author about the poem: Another stream of consciousness write. Some form of meaning, but not really in a sense. Take what you will from it
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Comments1
Amazing work here, I must say....very well written and with a certain captivating intensity....enjoyed
Thank you 🙂 Glad you enjoyed it!
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