Brad Kellum Poems

Cruising the blacktop dance floor.
Just steady beats and I.
Almost home, only four more miles to fly.
Been one of those atrocious days.
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The snake travels up the spine.
Coiling.
Twisting.
Contorting.
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The darkness I search for in this falling night.
Summoning the courage for your devils delight.
Haunted, I walk alone, into the depths of reigned desire.
Upon your touch, death, my ravaged body thrown to the pire.
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Take everthing.
given to return.
Lay waste to one,
leave' em to burn.
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Still born dreams spat from cinematic lies.
Pefected face through a famous smile.
Inspirational duplicity of a promised mile.
Twisting the morals of our innocence dailed.
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Fearfully dreamed through repetitive screams.
Death of light, Hell's grand night.
Glorified flight of demons contrite.
Fell from grace, ones' lost innocence facade.
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Even on the darkest path we walk down,
you can behold a beautiful plight,
though we feel as if we tread alone.
Our echoing footsteps,
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Grasping the apathetic handle in my hand.
Pondering the moment when to enact my plan.
Sweat breaking upon my brow.
Hearing the distant cry of the ravens caw.
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The placement of her hands upon her chin.
Such sweet serenity beneath the skin.
Sublime evil plotting her divine spin.
So easily lain down thoughtless provoke.
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Pushing the blade against the skin.....such red esctasy.
The gleaming of the metal reflectin the light of truthful eyes.
'Just push a little deeper, just a little.' she says.
Just hearing her sweet words.
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