Matthew Foor

Rookie (9-12-85 / Austin Texas)

Dream - Poem by Matthew Foor

Deep sleep
Eyes bleed
Motionless movement
Lost in the deep

A place for my mind to weep
Sanity, I strive to keep
Throughout this maze I do creep

Cover of darkness
Im all alone
Time to atone
Have some backbone
Face fire and brimstone
Looking for the milestone
Give it to me monotone
Or even as an overtone

Tumbli ng over dead souls
Tasting fate in spoonfuls
Warm, bitter; the taste of blood
Forced to drink by the devils brood


What a dream....

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  • (2/7/2013 11:22:00 AM)

    Tasting fate in spoonfulls
    thoughtfull words...nice poem...
    check out my poem too...comment/vote...your view....
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013

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