deepundergroundpoetry.com
dead mans shoes
when i think of you i have sublime fanticies of torture.
if i was your mother and you was my unborn childld i would abort ya.
water sloughter drowned never to be found.
just imagine i could be at the end of your sreet wi nine inch nails n drawing pins to hamer into your bare naked feet.
then what else would make me smil is watching you walk a mile.
it dosent mater who wins or lose cos im not the walkin around in dead mans shoes.... x
if i was your mother and you was my unborn childld i would abort ya.
water sloughter drowned never to be found.
just imagine i could be at the end of your sreet wi nine inch nails n drawing pins to hamer into your bare naked feet.
then what else would make me smil is watching you walk a mile.
it dosent mater who wins or lose cos im not the walkin around in dead mans shoes.... x
Published 7th Jan 2013
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 451
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
