A poem I wrote.
10-06-2013, 04:26 AM
I call it... Because I'm Bored!
Cancerous leeches ripen on the wrists of fallen heroes
As cracked, truculent men knoll the moon blood bell thrice.
We trust in him with sin, for death slices diamond tears
Which drip from lovers' mouths warmly like figs soaked in vinegar.
Cavity maggots make love to virgin rhythm hearts, a feeding waltz,
While tired ghosts dance to silent dins at dawn rustling wolf mothers,
Their teeth and bone washed piss color by time ferment in Gaia’s crevices.
Light breathes wicked. A restless fermata in the East spectates Judgment.
Heavy flies, fat with spoils, breed with the kings of Black Winter.
Morning breaks fortissimo releasing shackled souls from sin thoughts.
Exhale swollen memories back to absurdity a cruel jester does with remorse,
And bides his time.
Cancerous leeches ripen on the wrists of fallen heroes
As cracked, truculent men knoll the moon blood bell thrice.
We trust in him with sin, for death slices diamond tears
Which drip from lovers' mouths warmly like figs soaked in vinegar.
Cavity maggots make love to virgin rhythm hearts, a feeding waltz,
While tired ghosts dance to silent dins at dawn rustling wolf mothers,
Their teeth and bone washed piss color by time ferment in Gaia’s crevices.
Light breathes wicked. A restless fermata in the East spectates Judgment.
Heavy flies, fat with spoils, breed with the kings of Black Winter.
Morning breaks fortissimo releasing shackled souls from sin thoughts.
Exhale swollen memories back to absurdity a cruel jester does with remorse,
And bides his time.
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