Code Blue Date: Wednesday, 4th March 2015 @ 01:56:11 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: hauntedscorp Fall in line, amigo A spoiled, petulant child Self-indulgent and wild, With throbbing libido Let me be your deterrent Scalded hands in water boils, Vexed snake bunches in striking coils, Salt for cleansing detergent Hold steady until blisters form- Now isn't this delectable? Incredible. Edible. Dissect able. Thunderclapped hail of perfect storm Stain resistant to rust. Pandered trust switched at birth, Blindly commence the search Bleeding, chock-full of dust Hence- this ain't no fairytale So put the children to bed. Dreams are dispersed, nightmares fed, Chalkboard full of fingernails Beretta spraying ligaments- Hands up: Don't shoot the messenger, Scream out for priest or minister Hang on with threadbare filaments, A catastrophic massacre Too late- here comes the coroner. This poem is Copyright © hauntedscorp Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=180697