avi died a painful death
last autumn.
he used to talk about
it often.
never saying a word
but his words-
well they were rotten.
nobody cares though
nobody cried
nobody died;
and he was forgotten.
he was here though
and he did grow
for a minute or two
that once-
into a forest
that was boughten
his only begotten.
he died in vain
his veins, he shot them.
took out his eyes and smile-
he had just got them.
i remember watching him
drink his sins and scars
from afar,
the world filling with howls
and his insides with cotton.
sun going down and the naked
trees, the leaves and him
all of them.
hitting the rock ******* bottom.
avi died a painful death
last autumn.
and. i am. still. alive.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
avi died a painful death
last autumn.
he used to talk about
it often.
never saying a word
but his words-
well they were rotten.
nobody cares though
nobody cried
nobody died;
and he was forgotten.
he was here though
and he did grow
for a minute or two
that once-
into a forest
that was boughten
his only begotten.
he died in vain
his veins, he shot them.
took out his eyes and smile-
he had just got them.
i remember watching him
drink his sins and scars
from afar,
the world filling with howls
and his insides with cotton.
sun going down and the naked
trees, the leaves and him
all of them.
hitting the rock ******* bottom.
avi died a painful death
last autumn.
and. i am. still. alive.
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