Eight Pounds

 

Swept by hollow numbness veins moving ice
Carving each slice, an eight pound sacrifice

Overting blood thirsty diamond snake eyes
Gambling my life kiss tempting tumbling dice

Betrayal a nagging bitch always eating at my ass
Trapped on the wrong side of a warped looking glass

Sheets of grey dampen the matter idle in my brain
Dialogues of hatred resembling Able vs Kane

Lacerations burrow beneath ridicule, dealt everyday
Shave me free of hate, fermenting in decay

Rising the top of my lungs terror screams & thunders
Apathy no residency in this quarter which I slumber


The Punk Poe...
   Always Be Punk...
Always Be Drunk...
   (On Poetry)