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CURSED
By Slingnasty
 Its surreal howÂ
everything in life
comes and goes
The world comes
crashing down
engulfing
with the darkestÂ
of deaths throes
Bitter the tasteÂ
of success
(all
I give)
A personal
grim reaper
shadowing every
second
I live
The guillotine
of judgment
lobotomizing
all dreams
my severed head
the echoing cannister
of unheard
screams
          Â
      Â
         Holding my head in hand
    Â
              Â
       spinning
it around seeing my headless corpse
     Â
   Â
              Â
        Â
              Â
        Â
 to command
WhyÂ
the tears my eye's
cry
Slipping
 off ballance
 I TRY
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Copyright 2012 Slingnasty
Published on Tuesday, March 8, 2016.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, May 21, 2012, dwells
(4177)
wrote:
That's all we can do is try - and to find solace perhaps that we did our best (no second-guessing allowed!).
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On Saturday, May 19, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...profound thoughts well described, & perseverance is your self-promise...
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On Sunday, May 20, 2012, Slingnasty
(137) wrote:
24/7 promise FB
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On Saturday, May 19, 2012, Undertaker
(32) wrote:
That dirty old reaper taking the hearts of so many. Many worlds are crashed is the twinkling of a eye. Tears do fill the eyes. Ahh you have such imagary, You have had some deep thoughts here, I appeciate you sharing them. Your poem was wonderfully wrote, and I hope that the tears that fill your eyes and the world that is off balance will eventually sit on the axis straight. cheers
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On Sunday, May 20, 2012, Slingnasty
(137) wrote:
Thank you very much UT the balance sways ever swift from over compensating at times
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