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GOSPEL OF BLEEDING POETRY
The shadows that coalesce on our quills
Are the demons that thrive in our agony
The poetry comes from
A well of anguished cries
Piercing the void of day
Echoing through the night
A metronome of doom against broken wills
We taste the same bitter pill of misery
The shadows that coalesce on our quills
Are the demons that thrive in our agony
Enough to bring me to my knees
Are these the ghosts born of lost words
Trapped in the abyss of wasted time
Speaking from tongues on the gallows
Swinging in the goddamned mourning light?
Together it seems
We bleed poetry
Like leprous fiends
Miscreants and knaves
Vagabonds
Of
Death’s poetry
On my knees
Midnightmare endeavors designed
Pry my eyes in the hour of gloom
When dawn approaches slaying sleep
It seems time escapes me way too soon
Out of time
The parchment draws me near
And these demons are mine
To confess to the page
Vilest phantasy crimes
A metronome of doom against broken wills
We taste the same bitter pill of misery
The shadows that coalesce on our quills
Are the demons that thrive in our agony
Together it seems
We bleed poetry
Like leprous fiends
Miscreants and knaves
Vagabonds
Of
Death’s poetry
On my knees
Every line you read
Every word I speak
Is soaked in darkness
And shrouded in pain
Every line I read
Every word you speak
Is steeped in darkness
And shrouded in pain
Broken heartbeats of doom move in to kill
Spilled on crimson gospels of travesty
A metronome of doom against broken wills
We taste the same bitter pill of misery
The shadows that coalesce on our quills
Are the demons that thrive in our agony
Together it seems
We bleed poetry
Like leprous fiends
Miscreants and knaves
Vagabonds
Of
Death’s poetry
(c) 2017 Frank Green
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