AnalogMojo


a poem
March 16, 2012, 10:56 pm
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i want to: write until my head

explodes crying blood all over

the carcasses, my brain pouring

through my eyes and there´s nothing

more for the looky-lou´s to see.

whisper so soft they can´t hear me

talking to myself; they always think

it´s about them anyways.

ghost walk through the halls

so they don´t know my coming.

or staying. or going. always

a mystery, crying only icebergs´

melting songs, needing only

the air to dry off

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