adam swank

Rookie (10 25 83 not dead yet almost / pittsburgh)

Illumination Of The Night - Poem by adam swank

wondering
wondering i look at the night sky
deep in my thoughts i wonder why
why it was me who was given this life
sick and disgusting protudeing a knife
nolonger do i know if i
will be able to generate the power that
illuminates night
cold fusion dark corners is what encompasses my life
only out of anger and spite do i retain my sight
and darkend path is what always draws my ass
years later i am found wandering with the chaff
where the hell are the rehbs at
people dont understand how good they have it
till you are liveing like brayer rabbit
i reveal my horns and am damed to this habbit
how will i ever remove this one from my side
it oozes blood all day and is difficult to hide
everyone can see what is bleeding in side
it is truely very difficult for my soul to subside
subsideraries of the illuminarius have failed to illuminate so i cry
i am miss in formed trying to console before i die
i want nothgin more of this desolate life
this night sky has nothign more for my minds eye
so i dig my own grave and step in side
one more life of lies
is put to rest inside
this is where i will lie
until the comeing of the sky


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 15, 2006



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