"fleeding" poems
My mind has molded
Into the shape of a bullet
It's running through my thoughts
Violent screams of the innocent
Fleeding through my ears and eyes
My mouth sewed shut
Told to keep quiet
I sit here still and silent
Not a word to be shed
The only white noise you heard
Was a bullet to my head
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 6:34 PM UTC
Life's fleeding in dying rose petals
Fading into brownish
Flakes
Falling one by one onto
The cold
Ground
Swept away by the creeping wind
Lurking in
Dark
Shadows
A quarter freed
But three quarters
Captured
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
My thoughts are running, on an unstationed path.
My mouth is cunning, , im coughing tar, terribly rough black.
I smell like a bag of ******* chippers,
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC