confound
By skully
Life 3 feet in front of me
Cant cry out choked
Rope around neck
Brain a cold grey stone
Hypnotised death
Head voice chatters
Golden fetters
Blessed with hate
It’s too late now
To delete and undo
Hopeless helpless
Breath in short shudders
Chunk red vomit
Sweet shiver ‘s sweat
0uch!
No drug nightmare
No fare on Hades boat
No come up
Age creeps up
Life’s eternal come down
Come on down
No hope now
Talk shit to self
No one left
But who
Empty air all around
No sound
Confound
Just elements
A compound of lost
Days, plays
And lousy lays.
Just plain lazy
I say
You?
Belong
Just plain crazy
We
Are all of you
Which way now
You?
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© 2008 skully
Published on Friday, April 11, 2008.
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