kalifornia graves


Aim Low - Poem by kalifornia graves

destitute, abandoned and scared

no more time for crying

I share my gifts amongst the world

all the while i'm dying

my body mind and soul

they wither and they crumble

i sit alone in blood soaked clothes

hearing voices as i mumble

i try to pray but can't form words

so i carve my prayer

into my arm with a blade

blood drooling down the stairs......

my prayer's complete, my prayer is carved

i seal it with a kiss

with blood soaked lips

i hit my smoke

and ash into my piss......

it's below me mixed with blood.....

i crack and smile

my prayer is answered and it's this.....

to be here bleeding on these stairs

aim low you'll never miss



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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011


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