Keight Hockey


The Love Of A Banshee. - Poem by Keight Hockey

Ash is confetti on your funeral bed,
The guilotine shall chop off the skeletons head,
And around the casket dances a dozen banshees,
Whilst your eyes rest where your rotten self will,
Marry yourself to the earthworms and dead,
Divorce yourself from the life you have lead,
Love, I think the Banshees are howling.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2012



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