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Festering in the Trash
Your scent fills my lungs
and I vomit
cringing from the poison
you injected into my heart
so long ago
Before my world understood
what emo was
you
made me
one
Turning torture into the gun
that wakes me every morning
shivering against my head
igniting the agony
until each second pumps bullets
tearing through my soul
every atom of misery
exploding into pain
that bleeds me
numb
It would have been better
if we had both died
the way you wanted
But I never had the balls
to follow
No
I was never quite as crazy
as you
Published 5th Dec 2010
| Edited 11th May 2019
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5th Dec 2010 3:51pm
18th Dec 2010 7:03pm
you have to be one of the truest poets i've ever come across. there is so much sensation in/through you, and you put it out there with so little effort. i admit to a tinge of jealousy that you have the seemingly innate ability to use every edge of your vocabulary with the swivel of a master. this comment is a spanner, spanning your collection here. that's all for now. [:
