"drazel" poems
i abhor my existence
yet i was swayed to adhere complacence
throw me onto the pathway
fade the blinds; for i have faltered.
I'm merely a drazel in distress
it would be ideal to slaughter all the rest.
my mind is at the altar
sacrifice, if i suffice. hang it high
and make a profit from your feigning saint.
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC