vincent armone

Rookie (1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

Tonuge Of The Beast - Poem by vincent armone

My legs gone
my lungs slowly being crushed
I wait for death
on the tonuge of the beast

Eyes black as coal
its belly white as snow
I wait for death
on the tonuge of the beast

A dead seagull near my shoulder
a hook pierces my eye
I wait for death
on the tonuge of the beast

Water flows in
water flows out
I slip deeper into darkness
and wait for death
on the tonuge of the beast

My tank now empty
my time has come
into darkness
I will now sleep forever
on the tonuge of the beast

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  • Rookie David Taylor (3/15/2007 6:49:00 PM)

    A case of mouth to body Desuscitation? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 15, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 2, 2011


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