Late last night
Some sadistic succubus cursed me,
I entertained a horrific vision.
An enraged young man held a grudge
Like a passionate mother holds a new born.
The grudge inspired the shedding of my blood,
Murdered before I realized,
That I could no longer conceptualize
What I was.
Was what I saw suggesting that
The proceeding day will bring a new pain?
If not a new pain for me,
It could be for someone out there,
Somewhere out there,
An incarnation
Of lost generations.
Originally written 4/29/11
Revised 10/20/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Late last night
Some sadistic succubus cursed me,
I entertained a horrific vision.
An enraged young man held a grudge
Like a passionate mother holds a new born.
The grudge inspired the shedding of my blood,
Murdered before I realized,
That I could no longer conceptualize
What I was.
Was what I saw suggesting that
The proceeding day will bring a new pain?
If not a new pain for me,
It could be for someone out there,
Somewhere out there,
An incarnation
Of lost generations.
Originally written 4/29/11
Revised 10/20/14
(c) 2014 Brandon Antonio Smith
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