#graymatter - Hello Poetry

The walking dead in the land of the living Soulless eyes and hearts unforgiving They seek to destroy ******* out your joy Shatter your skull Make your mind dull Rip out your heart That's just the start Dead set eyes You'll never relize Till it's to late Your heart they ate Breathing remains Nothing else the same Now hollow of feeling Soul was sent reeling Some don't know Out of them life flowed We're all missing parts Mostly the heart Also gray matter Out of mouths spatter Growing in number Pillage and plunder All must be feed Living in the land of the dead..

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May 25, 2016

May 25, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC

Pauline_Morris

How We All Became Heartless

The walking dead in the land of the living Soulless eyes and hearts unforgiving They seek to destroy ******* out your joy Shatter your skull Make your mind dull Rip out your heart That's just the start Dead set eyes You'll never relize Till it's to late Your heart they ate Breathing remains Nothing else the same Now hollow of feeling Soul was sent reeling Some don't know Out of them life flowed We're all missing parts Mostly the heart Also gray matter Out of mouths spatter Growing in number Pillage and plunder All must be feed Living in the land of the dead..

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The cast iron skillet of love Fell on me from up above No time for a warning to be said It landed squarely on my head Pain far from dull It caved in my skull Scrambled my brains Let them all drain Gray matter splatered Nothing else mattered An unstoppable event It quickly came and went It left my heart sore My brains on the floor

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Feb 19, 2016

Feb 19, 2016 at 8:38 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Cast Iron Skillet of Love

The cast iron skillet of love Fell on me from up above No time for a warning to be said It landed squarely on my head Pain far from dull It caved in my skull Scrambled my brains Let them all drain Gray matter splatered Nothing else mattered An unstoppable event It quickly came and went It left my heart sore My brains on the floor

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The shadows in my brain That dance with all the pain Only adding to the strain The memories that they hold That they crease and mold Only leave me cold The agony holds on strong That it refuses to move along Only leaving tears of all that's gone wrong The shadows in my mind That are so unkind Only showing me what they find Thoughts rambling in an insane manner Voices mix and clamber Between it all the static stammer Leaving me to believe I'm not well I wear a mask so you can't tell That I really live in Hell There is something going on inside my cranium Maybe it holds to much radium That must be why I need a ****** My thoughts bumb and scatter Oohhh something shiny.....does it matter Uhm I think my head has grown flatter Pain and agony brought on insanity Trying hard to grasp the gravity This situation leaves me in, oh the calamity Well my gray matter has had enough I'm calling my life's bluff Put the gun to my head, it was tough Blowing that gray matter away Still won't be enough to sway The demons will make me stay In a vegetative way

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Mar 21, 2016

Mar 21, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

Couldn't Die Right if I Tried

The shadows in my brain That dance with all the pain Only adding to the strain The memories that they hold That they crease and mold Only leave me cold The agony holds on strong That it refuses to move along Only leaving tears of all that's gone wrong The shadows in my mind That are so unkind Only showing me what they find Thoughts rambling in an insane manner Voices mix and clamber Between it all the static stammer Leaving me to believe I'm not well I wear a mask so you can't tell That I really live in Hell There is something going on inside my cranium Maybe it holds to much radium That must be why I need a ****** My thoughts bumb and scatter Oohhh something shiny.....does it matter Uhm I think my head has grown flatter Pain and agony brought on insanity Trying hard to grasp the gravity This situation leaves me in, oh the calamity Well my gray matter has had enough I'm calling my life's bluff Put the gun to my head, it was tough Blowing that gray matter away Still won't be enough to sway The demons will make me stay In a vegetative way

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My mind is like mud slow, sliding down a H I L L I feel like my brain and all the canyons are being filled with memories I don't want

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Jan 8, 2019

Jan 8, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC