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Breath, Choke, Rot
Contributed by
sorrowbydefault
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Saturday, 3rd December 2005 @ 05:30:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The shallow lies that you spit.
Seemed to take its last little bit.
So I sit and breath, choke, rot.
Tell me why or tell me not.
The sky isnt blue and how I misplaced you.
Her scent fills the air.
Like a bucket gathering rain.
He looks at his hands.
He see's the stains.
Knowing the reasons he cant complain.
A crimson letter or breaking tide.
Only in his fears can he confide.
That sweet softness, once so innocent and pure.
He longs for it no more.
For he is old and she is dead.
He sits and wonders why he climbs in and out of bed.
Six feet deep is where he wishs to sleep.
With the angel that he misplaced.
One last breath at the dinner table.
He chokes on it.
Choke, Choke, Choke...
Rot.
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Re: Breath, Choke, Rot
(User Rating: 1 )
by weepingprophet on
Sunday, 4th December 2005 @ 12:52:46 AM AEST
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I enjoyed the presence in this piece. You brought it together like a wrapped gift, perched and waiting. It is calm but violent and that means it is honest. Truth is the smallest shard of everything intertwined into a contradictive statement. Excellent concept and conclusion.
~There is a sickness far more brutal than leprosy, it ensures fatality and remains blind to its own thalidomide presence-to its victims this sickness is known as love~weepingprophet |
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