Lauren Miller

Rookie (October 5,1991 / Omaha, Nebraska)

Murder - Poem by Lauren Miller

Strands of spit splattered words fly wildly out of your mouth
Like the snakes that furiously spring from Medusa's vain head
They bite, venomous and turn innocent prey
Into belittled stones, no longer free to speak or move
On thier own
Murder by sentences and spastic syllables
Weapon of choice, being arsenic laced insults
They fly like daggers, in a circus show
Right above the heads of the unknown soldiers, you seek to control
And it does not matter who they are
as long as your words get under the skin of some poor indivual
and it boils thier bloodstream past the level of infurity
Death by splintered requests
You're just mumbling words from unconsious

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  • (4/20/2010 12:20:00 AM)

    Sweet I liked this one
    I would of gone with poisonous venom gets stuck under their skin infecting them with the worst Sin YOur lack of understanding and
    or with the worst sin eating away till it takes your last breath for the win
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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