Latasha LeeAnn Hall
Biography of Latasha LeeAnn Hall
Latasha LeeAnn Hall Poems
J.A.R. Of Maggots
I was so young; innocence. Still it makes no sense. Life is just, but what it appears.
Cannot hide, although I tried From the affliction that engulfs me. Percept to the eyes of the pyre, bodies lost to fire, My mind lost in the ruins.
I sit here just to wait for you. Wouldn't believe the anguish I go through. Miles and miles away, you are. The distance hurts, much too far.
Empty rotting carcass am I. Am I worthy? Should I die? Exhausted, aged, suffocated; Cicular and all of these related.
I miss him so He'll never know Curly brown hair His skin against me bare
We are not worthy of the lives we've been given. We make everything toxic; how could we be forgiven? We use and we use, and we take away. Mother Earth's falling apart and we are to blame.
How Could Lamb Be Of God?
Shh...Don't tell anyone. It's okay...... You f-ck-ing sick f-ck,
My life is places I don't want to be. Full of faces that litter my thoughts. I want to leave. Be gone with it.
I am a person, and so are you. We all make mistakes, but I was the fool. I let you have me, I loved you so. You knew just what to say to make it all grow.
What gives you the right To act the way you do? My psyche you sever and bite. Atrocity and cruelty, all I ever knew.
Buy your salvation to save yourself. You won't cry to your god when you're burning in hell. Redemption only through your faith alone. Popes reproducing their hypocritical clone.
Buy your salvation to save yourself.
You won't cry to your god when you're burning in hell.
Redemption only through your faith alone.
Popes reproducing their hypocritical clone.
Do what you will, choose your sin.
Ceaseless. You do it over and over again.
No worries, your evil you indulge in.
Putrid and corrupt is your soul.