The Going Downs

By Sepulcrawl

How it all comes down,
Rolling into itself.
Fir and matted hair
Reside just below my
Acquainted dematerialization.

Crushing like concrete,
Further dystrophy consumes
Rabid hearts.

It’s just one of those things
You consider for a moment
Then brush off, as a crumb
Or a lover. Behind
The undressing eyes

Of maidens, slathered in
Your love. Somewhere we all
Expect to be was dismantled
And thrown off,
As an old pair of jeans tearing.

Candid lights beamed
Through my window
Of clear sight and sequential
Revulsion.

In the strains of anachronism
We all die a day at a time
And writhe in this,
Our licentious foreboding.

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© 2007 Napalmface
Published on Tuesday, February 20, 2007.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: good write

  • Sin On Thursday, February 22, 2007, Sin (1168)By person wrote:

    you know i read this right after you posted it and for the life of me i dont know why i didnt comment...this was brilliant ~kristy

  • A former member wrote: your poetry is always a pleasure to read mindgasms all around!

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