Luke Timms

Rookie (20th november 1989 / Ipswich, England)

Gangrene Of The Soul - Poem by Luke Timms

Gangrene of the soul,
As you realise what a life you have followed
Stone dead eyes
Morals oh so hollow
As the essence of life rots away
I decide to, for my spirits sake pray
Black lung, breathing stings
The gnarling rats feasting on your hearts very strings

Dear Lord,
Heaven may be a journey too far for me
Signs you may have sent I ignored, or laughed at
I was dissolute you see
I spurred debauchery to lesser minds
I followed in my role models footsteps you’ll find
The one thing I ask is for no more than pity

Yet still, I’ll still live this way,
My addiction to hedonism
Is far too advanced.
So pour me another, barmaid,
And with that, me and the devil danced

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

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