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Choked Deadened Love

I will not hear your awful truths

I cannot bear the sting of your ugly know

The cave that is my heart is filled with soured youth

The thing that I crave reeks of poisoned crow.

I believe the bitter bloated lie

I love the blood in its taste

The pigs in my liver piss in their sty

There are no more lovers of love chaste.

My stomach tightens with burdened fear

My brain seethes with freedoms cost

The last filament of my mind is seared

Serenity and peace the surrendered cost.

You cannot tell me anything that I don’t know

You can’t make me see the penniless host

The path to the ending is painfully slow

A plaintive crying dead mans boast.

I plead to you, ghost of eyes, deliver me with death, so as to avoid the harvest of choked deadened love.

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5 Comments

  1. Eli Eli

    Dark and angry, but I’m not sure why. Another grand image by the way, where do you get them?

  2. yes my reaction to people with closed minds…I think…the drawings are mine, glad you like!

  3. I feel this poem under my skin. Such a difficult feeling. Thank you for sharing.

  4. “Serenity and peace the surrendered cost.
    You cannot tell me anything that I don’t know”
    Love that last line also. Much enjoyed the deep and raw style.

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