Gleaming Dead Eyes - Poem by David Zvekic
Eating, rotting, wretched and despised,
Taken slowly from arms.
All cherished things gone.
Why not take clothes,
To strip flesh clean, from chalk white bone.
Last train leaves town;
Now's to late - They've already forgotten.
Bright flames - The moth attracts.
Candle drip drops wax
On to hard wood floor.
We've been here before.
Dog guards, empty junkyard dog
Barks at nothing with needles in eyes.
Sleeping gently, Kindness loves to lead.
Follow us to oblivion. Sloping ever upwards - Lick.
Flame consumes lost souls; Chains bind ignorance.
Victim gently doomed to lead a happy life.
Wretched and despised,
Are those who fail to follow.
Eyes, But happy
To finally to be dead.
Dreaming dead and content.
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