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Feb 2013
As my fist crushes his ******* skull
I've never been so far from real so alientated from dull
I can breathe his pain
Playing accordingly to this sick game
The **** acquired is all but weight
It rests on my shoulders as I decide his fate
So righteous and just these actions seem
As I pummel him to death he won't forget what I mean
Beyond structure does this life follow
Too many lies, denial isn't easy to swallow
I've hated you from the start
You ruined my life I'm glad were finally apart
When I wake up my joy is diminished
Until the day I die with him ill be finished

I against I a forever struggle
My mouth is open
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
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