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BORE CHOKE-A.
IN A GRAVE, THERE IS NO WIGGLE ROOM.
NOBODY KNOWS YOU IN HELL.
THERE IS A COST TO BEING DEAD.
FOUR FINGERS, DEEP BURIAL, A HELPLESS LONGING.
FOR THIS NIGHT, AT TWILIGHT, I WILL BE LAID TO REST.
ALL OF YOU OUT THERE WHO KNOW ME, CALL MY PLACE AT 6PM.
THE EARTH WILL CRACKLE AND CAVE AT MY DEMISE.
MANKIND WILL FOREVER WORSHIP MY SPINE.
MY CORPSE WILL BECOME ANIMATED AFTER DEATH.
FOR 40 YEARS, MY SWEETENED BREATH DECAYS.
IN TOMBS, AGING, ACHING, SEARING AND SPITING.
FOOLING, SAVAGE SIGHING IN CAUSE OF
RESTING MY MIND INSIDE THAT OF A DOOM KEY.
REALITY IS LOOMING.
THIS SATURDAY IS MY DOOMS DAY.
WAIT FOR 666 HOURS
THEN TALK TO MY GHOST WITH A SILENT WHISPER.
IF I CAN RESPOND, I WILL HOLD UP 4 FINGERS,
THEN COUGH AND RETURN AS THE
CORPSI THE VICTOR.
THIS IS ONLY A POEM, NOT A SUICIDE NOTE.
NOBODY KNOWS YOU IN HELL.
THERE IS A COST TO BEING DEAD.
FOUR FINGERS, DEEP BURIAL, A HELPLESS LONGING.
FOR THIS NIGHT, AT TWILIGHT, I WILL BE LAID TO REST.
ALL OF YOU OUT THERE WHO KNOW ME, CALL MY PLACE AT 6PM.
THE EARTH WILL CRACKLE AND CAVE AT MY DEMISE.
MANKIND WILL FOREVER WORSHIP MY SPINE.
MY CORPSE WILL BECOME ANIMATED AFTER DEATH.
FOR 40 YEARS, MY SWEETENED BREATH DECAYS.
IN TOMBS, AGING, ACHING, SEARING AND SPITING.
FOOLING, SAVAGE SIGHING IN CAUSE OF
RESTING MY MIND INSIDE THAT OF A DOOM KEY.
REALITY IS LOOMING.
THIS SATURDAY IS MY DOOMS DAY.
WAIT FOR 666 HOURS
THEN TALK TO MY GHOST WITH A SILENT WHISPER.
IF I CAN RESPOND, I WILL HOLD UP 4 FINGERS,
THEN COUGH AND RETURN AS THE
CORPSI THE VICTOR.
THIS IS ONLY A POEM, NOT A SUICIDE NOTE.
Published 19th Feb 2014
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Anonymous
21st Feb 2014 3:21am
Hello, Percy, I am sw9618. I looked on your profile and your poems. I don't mean to offend you but you did say honest critique. Although it it's not considered a legitimate poetry device, "caps lock" is a style choice. That's your style. But, I only looked on a few of your poems and they're all caps lock. I can honestly say (besides you) all the poems I have read are not in caps lock and to me, caps lock is a turn-off if all the words are capitalized as it takes away from the poem itself, it's distraction to your message. That's my opinion and my critique. But, this is an interesting, eerie write and you have decent imagery. Thank you for sharing.
21st Feb 2014 7:20pm
