This poetry is bad art now
As fragile and as tasteless as a communion wafer
In the mouth of a murderer
I thought this poetry would make you love me
But your body stands like a marble statue
In a Stendhall suicide exhibit
Looking away is easy
Maybe I gave my heart away to easily
That flattery is bad manners
When everyone is a subject
Forgive me
For I have sinned poetically
Lived solely for the stories I want to tell later
So that my chest might be a campfire
And voice the gravel trail that slips beneath your feet
You listen to maintain balance
So yeah
I ****** up
I feel ****** up
Like poster board
Covered in Jackson ******* blood spatter
And called an "Homage to the ****** of Failure"
It's lazy
This language is lazy
My heart is lazy
Pulsing with the same low voltage of the moon
I don't care anymore
I don't care
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
This poetry is bad art now
As fragile and as tasteless as a communion wafer
In the mouth of a murderer
I thought this poetry would make you love me
But your body stands like a marble statue
In a Stendhall suicide exhibit
Looking away is easy
Maybe I gave my heart away to easily
That flattery is bad manners
When everyone is a subject
Forgive me
For I have sinned poetically
Lived solely for the stories I want to tell later
So that my chest might be a campfire
And voice the gravel trail that slips beneath your feet
You listen to maintain balance
So yeah
I ****** up
I feel ****** up
Like poster board
Covered in Jackson ******* blood spatter
And called an "Homage to the ****** of Failure"
It's lazy
This language is lazy
My heart is lazy
Pulsing with the same low voltage of the moon
I don't care anymore
I don't care
For some people the hardest part about giving up on something you love is as soon as you do, you find a reason not to.
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