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Devon Baker Aug 2011
I'm a bomb set to a different drum,
combusted to an unhumanly beat.
It's not you,
it's Death,
it's fantasy,
it's you because you're me,
i'm the insanity splashed in red
against your plumage skin.
Explode to resist
tongue at my edged
tip's a tack of misprint words scattered to letters,
it's masterpieces shattered
on the holy savior's skin.
i'll beat to a new theme,
breathe Death's lips spindled on teeth so forlorn to lost.
I'm only pretending me to be,
them to redisplay
we's got issues beneath paper flesh
feels of oceans and drummer boy beats.
It's insanity me
and we speak of for angels plague days of night
and stars a light,
oh it's good,
it's so sweet as infinity's drink.
Immortality's a price for mind
and motions never could keep,
i'll take to crazy under body so age untouched,
years of bitter-sweet.
I'll lose mentality before i die with serenity,
die in minds eye before I and us,
we and them die to God's rule,
perish in fire beyond the grasp of Death's savior hands.
I'll bite bullets before Death could ever catch.
Padam Tandan Jul 2019
Cause every living must die
though timely or untimely
but dies absolutely and entirely
nakedly and exhaustively

with that dies a secret
untold and never spoken
the secret he had hold
while he was living

and at the very moment
i recall all the secrets of my life
never told and never spoken
moments of sorrows and joy

i wonder if they die
peacefully or unpleasantly
alongside my dead body
while it burns unhumanly.

written: Feb 21, 2018
Posted: july 4, 2019

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