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Nov 2016
My heart is like paper
Too over-used
So I tear it to tatters
For long have I mused
For something that matters
To put on these pages

But still my mind scatters
In crumpled up rages

To piece it together
And let the ink spill
Instead of the blood
From the love that I ****
Just to bathe in the flood
Of these heartbroken pages

And wallow in mud
As the madness engages

The siren's white noise
Deafening reverie
Shall make me a slave
To my black elegy
As I'm penning my grave
To bury these pages

Entombed in a cave
Of selfishness cagesΒ Β 

Where Ego proclaims
This man had no name
His words were but dust
In the void of his shame
So let him be ******
To Oblivion's pages

To empty his lust
For life's final stages

Forever reflecting
The face of Grim's reap
Hellfire hath scorned
My soul too dead to keep
No, I perish adorned
In these undying pages

To be never-mourned
By the turning of ages
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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