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Burning Page
I'm impatiently binding my time
Existing, shallow, beneath all your lies
Now and after this goddamn day of mine
You're lucky to be fucking alive
On the razor's edge
This place seems to filled with vermin shit
Of all forms of lowlife hypocrites
The grime replicates under the grit
With morals not worth what a dog could spit
All I ever hear is
"Fuck me and fuck you"
You are just like a plague
Low down, skin deep, you know it's true
I am dripping with venom this time
Can you tell me, exactly, what is my crime?
So, was it to give beyond my last dime
Or hold you every night when you cry?
Shut your fucking face
Everyfuckingday is laced with your shit
Coupled with the drama that you spent
A wasted body not worth a cent
I'm sick of hearing your fucking laments
All I ever hear is
"Fuck me and fuck you"
You are just like a plague
Low down, skin deep, you know it's true
And all you ever do
Is scream and shout
But I'm just like the plague
I may be down but I'm not out
You're a triple threat
' Til the last breath
A twist of fate
The taste of waste
When love turns to hate
And hate turns to rage
But it's just another
Burning page
Just tell me
What makes you think
You're any better than me?
What delirious
Psycho fucking babble
Bullshit
Breeds in your mind?
All I ever hear is
"Fuck me and fuck you"
You are just like a plague
Low down, skin deep, you know it's true
And all you ever do
Is scream and shout
But I'm just like the plague
I may be down but I'm not out
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Existing, shallow, beneath all your lies
Now and after this goddamn day of mine
You're lucky to be fucking alive
On the razor's edge
This place seems to filled with vermin shit
Of all forms of lowlife hypocrites
The grime replicates under the grit
With morals not worth what a dog could spit
All I ever hear is
"Fuck me and fuck you"
You are just like a plague
Low down, skin deep, you know it's true
I am dripping with venom this time
Can you tell me, exactly, what is my crime?
So, was it to give beyond my last dime
Or hold you every night when you cry?
Shut your fucking face
Everyfuckingday is laced with your shit
Coupled with the drama that you spent
A wasted body not worth a cent
I'm sick of hearing your fucking laments
All I ever hear is
"Fuck me and fuck you"
You are just like a plague
Low down, skin deep, you know it's true
And all you ever do
Is scream and shout
But I'm just like the plague
I may be down but I'm not out
You're a triple threat
' Til the last breath
A twist of fate
The taste of waste
When love turns to hate
And hate turns to rage
But it's just another
Burning page
Just tell me
What makes you think
You're any better than me?
What delirious
Psycho fucking babble
Bullshit
Breeds in your mind?
All I ever hear is
"Fuck me and fuck you"
You are just like a plague
Low down, skin deep, you know it's true
And all you ever do
Is scream and shout
But I'm just like the plague
I may be down but I'm not out
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 22nd May 2015
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Anonymous
23rd May 2015 2:08am
This reminds me of love but on a bad morning, like waking up on the wrong side of a relationship. . .Loved the rawness of this entire piece, Sir Hades. . .Great job!. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
24th May 2015 5:54am
24th May 2015 6:40pm
HadesRising, luv ~ :-*
I was so incredibly blown away by this poem of yours, I had to retreat, ponder, ruminate, turn it over in my mind a time or two, then come back to comment upon it. Please forgive my delay, luv. :-*
You are a force with which to be reckoned. By that, I mean you are as inevitable and pervasive here as natural phenomena: earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, sinkholes, flash floods, what have you... ;-D
There is something oh-so-powerful and visceral and, as Devlin says, raw to this anger manifesto of yours. You've said somewhat that's buried, for me, so deeply within I wonder if I'll ever access it again. Such an earth-shattering admission for me, really. (I'm rather ashamed of myself, though I know my counselor would be awfully pleased.)
So, though I know this was for you, I thank you for reaching something inside me and being incredibly sexy doing it. ;-*
I was so incredibly blown away by this poem of yours, I had to retreat, ponder, ruminate, turn it over in my mind a time or two, then come back to comment upon it. Please forgive my delay, luv. :-*
You are a force with which to be reckoned. By that, I mean you are as inevitable and pervasive here as natural phenomena: earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, sinkholes, flash floods, what have you... ;-D
There is something oh-so-powerful and visceral and, as Devlin says, raw to this anger manifesto of yours. You've said somewhat that's buried, for me, so deeply within I wonder if I'll ever access it again. Such an earth-shattering admission for me, really. (I'm rather ashamed of myself, though I know my counselor would be awfully pleased.)
So, though I know this was for you, I thank you for reaching something inside me and being incredibly sexy doing it. ;-*
25th May 2015 00:43am
Wow, I am incredibly moved by this comment. Thank you, Savaja, for that. Though I shudder to think what others have dealt with to feel such a connection to Burning Page, I bow to your fortitude and iron will to see you through it.
Again, thanks....
Hades
Again, thanks....
Hades
