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Bitter Cloud
This stickiest shit
haunts my guts
The sourest memories
rumbling stale debris
half chew spattered
wiping tiny fingers across my soul
The drunken moon howls 'Ole'
while somewhere
your quicker feet dance
Toes you never painted
applaud a tango in blood
legalizing murder
in thin hollow strains
to cruel ricochets of fear
For there never would be
one clean shot
to walk away from
We both knew that
life never slumps in a corner
waiting for a prod from God
But did we ever dream
the weight of guilty avalanche
when every night
the light switch buries
one less day to wonder
if a child's ghost waits
to claim revenge
for the darkest shadow
that stalks our years
Published 23rd Aug 2010
| Edited 26th Mar 2016
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23rd Aug 2010 2:38pm
very powerful, intense, dark, accurate, creative... even scary. well done, well put.
"when every night
the light switch burying me
means one less day
to wonder"
"when every night
the light switch burying me
means one less day
to wonder"
5th Feb 2012 6:41am
Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright. Kudos
