| » Poem: Illusions of joining the army of death | Illusions of joining the army of death
written by Firequeen07:54 AM 9/6/05Poem Style: noneCracks and bracks and totally wacks,
am making no sence, am so inmense.
Shoot it, prove it, c'mon groove it!!
The needle points, I'm smoking joints.
Takes me away, so far away!
Trumbles in my head, the footsteeps of the dead.
Tempting acke for blood, this is just to good.
So set me free, from mortality!
Stop this invain contradicty
Set me on fire, fire for desire!
Strook me now, this life is fit for a cow!
It's time to breake free,
to join the army.
The mighty forces of eternal,
all I lack is my own funeral.
Ha!.. just another shot, another pill,
ow.. it's not that ill.
Down my spine the memories send a chill.
Time to say farwell,
I shall no longer dwell.
This is my future, an intriging spell. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Now this.. turned out to be an interesting poem, well.. maybe the next one I'll write will make more sence.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Geisha Girl (9-6-2005 - 09:10 AM)
| I can tell you this much, you never seem to lack imagination! Good work. |
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