Ain't found a way to kill me yet.
Heart beats echos I can't forget.
Whispers trail to the inside.
Feeling of decay coming alive.
My eyes dart from left to right.
Sweat trickles right down the side.
Face pale from the fiery gleam.
No place for you. No place for me.
As my bones begin to spread, there's an ancient scream locked in my head. Bloody bags of sorrow carry me through the final door, standing still forevermore.
Walkin' tall machine gun man.
Broken teeth and bloody hands.
They came in with a battering ram.
Turning to stone, all that I am.
The cold morning ties me down.
Chilling wind that's gone northbound.
I become the pool I dive in.
I become the stone as I harden.
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Author:
Noah (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a copy-change poem inspired by Alice in Chains - Rooster. This write is about a condition known as Fibrodysplasia Ossificans Progressiva, or Stone Man Syndrome, where damage soft tissue regrows as bone, and the nightmare that might come with it.
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