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Sep 2011
Even the key

Gets lost

And you forget

Who

You

Are

The eyes start to shift in the their sockets
The skin becomes moist
And your soul
Has flown from your now limp body

How quick it knows
When to escape
A burning
Sinking ship

Hesitation in her voice
Leaves my conscious
Pounding the ground
For some form of a fix

When I get broken
I look for liquid glue

I search for
Smoky
Dark
Howling holes of the hungry

When I am broken
I fix myself
With the things
You are not
Supposed to

How did I get this way?

Who am I within this decaying body?

Who put this boney cracked skull,
Around this pulsing bleeding brain?

I cannot sleep
I cannot see
I do not believe that this is really
Happening

It is just too cruel

Madder then a bloodied rabid hare
Chewing on the innards
Of a newly appointed
Movie star

(Their take is their worth)

The ego dances
With their genitalia for all to see
For they have no reason
To feel shamed in ecstasy

In more ways then one
Earth has become
Its own twisted version
Of heaven

Who knew

It would be so

Unjust

and

Unholy
Written by
Mitchell
547
   Samuel
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