Tear your web away

By AshtrayDirt

The end illuminates
Shattered clouds,
screaming violens.
Thick blood,
Red sand sheets.

The relentless pounding sound of discontent
tears that burn,
The touch you wish you couldn't feel

Hardly real.

cracked open on a dining room table
I bear my parasites.
Termites eat at my bones,
as i masturbate to the pain.

In Progress.

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Published on Sunday, August 10, 2003. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Tear your web away"

On Monday, May 17, 2004, Mute Serenade (389) wrote:

you rock... that last stanza is an image no one could come close to. call that original sin... your wording is intense.... Sue
On Monday, September 15, 2003, blackdarkness (227) wrote:

I agree with worm...raw emotion...
On Monday, September 15, 2003, worm (1149) wrote:

raw... emotional... and cryptic in it's message... I must tell you, AD, this is a good poem! I REALLY like it!
On Sunday, September 14, 2003, Crystal Passion (221) wrote:

First of your works that I have come across. I must go check everything else out now ^-^.
A former member wrote: Ditto.
On Friday, September 12, 2003, urbanhumility (1158) wrote:

pretty good so far. it could stop where it is , the angst and articulation,very sharp........urban
On Monday, August 25, 2003, Blinded_Tiger (518) wrote:

I like it allready. I enjoy open and complex endings alot ... Tiger
On Friday, August 15, 2003, Stranger (263) wrote:

"Termites eat at my bones, as i masturbate to the pain" - that is without question, one of the coolest things I have ever read; ever!
On Sunday, August 10, 2003, Six-Out (1423) wrote:

I'm liking where this is going. Can't wait to see the finished product.
On Sunday, August 10, 2003, Silent_Raven (19) wrote:

i love this, i agree with six-out, very eager to see the final cut. *RAVEN.*