eventual p.m.

By Wr1tt3n V3ng3anc3

 
 
 
I grew up at the crossroads
Lay my head to the stone
Listening to my heartbeat echo
From the ground
 
Familiarized with the many shades of sound
 
At the flip of a coin
I’m someone else to blame
Passing the gun, playing Roulette
In order to commit a murder on fame
Heads or tails…Who prays, who derails?
 
The grey that lingers in the background of your personality
The stray that feeds off the nature of a recurring tragedy
 
I am bad blood and crossed bones
Made a victim and the face they refuse to show
Through the tension I draw black and spit foam
 
The heartbeats the rhythm of an epitaph,
making a home in the aftermath
 
I’m facedown at the crossroads
For my head a stone as my pillow
 Sorrow is the voice that echoes
From the ground

there will be ravens on my back
 

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Copyright 2017 Wr1tt3n V3ng3anc3
Published on Wednesday, February 28, 2018.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • dwells On Sunday, December 3, 2017, dwells (5693)By person wrote:

    Wow WV! Too many great lines here to single-out any one: the stray, the epitaph, and the ravens. Never heard of such things - until now! Instant fave - cheers my friend, Dan

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