Of what I have Left
By Phalanx
man iss nothing,
it eats, it kills.
it want's home.
It waits.
What happens to flesh
Will heal, be done with me,
I tell you.
I make my own out of love and nothing.
It's where I come from.
I am not a monster.
I am just a man that changes shape upon demand.
I'm good at what I do.
Listen, I can tell you something,
Maybe even save you from the lies.
I am naked, look!
I won't touch you, unless you ask me.
I know how we're supposed to act.
Deaf,
Dumb,
Blind,
Apply.
Come home with me
I'll hurt myself before I hurt you.
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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Sunday, February 8, 2015.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
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On Sunday, February 8, 2015, Malice In Wonderland
(987) wrote:
I don't have the right words for this, never have...but you'vel sculpted it to perfection. Well said.