Your mouth bleeds
as your cracked teeth stumble over useless apologies.
"i'm sorry. I'm sorry"
that doesn't matter now.
no, it probably never did.
"HA HA HA"
these clowns laugh in your blood stained face.
Somehow
while they were preparing the concrete
you sunk to your knees
to pray to the god you never believed in in the first place.
Whispers of prayers
quickly became screams
as they stuck your feet in concrete blocks
chained you up
and sunk you at the bottom of the river.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
Your mouth bleeds
as your cracked teeth stumble over useless apologies.
"i'm sorry. I'm sorry"
that doesn't matter now.
no, it probably never did.
"HA HA HA"
these clowns laugh in your blood stained face.
Somehow
while they were preparing the concrete
you sunk to your knees
to pray to the god you never believed in in the first place.
Whispers of prayers
quickly became screams
as they stuck your feet in concrete blocks
chained you up
and sunk you at the bottom of the river.
Currently watching the A-Team and there is mobsters on it. So thanks to the A-Team this poem fell out of my head.
