Osmium Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

THE SKY IS POURING LYRICS
LIKE BULLETS MADE OF OSMIUM.

My words are like wounds now.
Every time I open my mouth
I spit a clot out
Heartbroken from the wrong turn,
The left turn and the right
My mind is a cluster of full metal jackets,
My mouth, the gun barrel
I'm demented from each of you
Every single one
Who would think, a search for love?
Would end
In a bombsite
Of passion;
Passion; gone wrong
I can only speak and bleed so long
Until this wound bleeds out
The Reaper is stalking behind me;
So, naturally, I start to shout!
Raise my voice; so I bleed harder
If I scream, I'll hemorrhage faster
Finally, find some peace and solace
Through death; in this disaster.

And, lay soaked in rage.
Upon the ruins.


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