Dakota Ellerton

Rookie (December 23,1993 / Cobourg)

Rotting Apples - Poem by Dakota Ellerton

My rotting corpse, decaying from the inside out
poisonous flowers on my grave
maggets fleeing from my mouth
I'm the angel of death
[****** right ain't no right-hand man to the devil, I am the devil]
Shoot that hatred in my veins
eat the shrooms so you can see what I see
my everyday world destortion
the blood flows down the cuts on my body
rotting apples,
worm holes of truth shine through
[you all look like chickens with your heads cut off]
spread my black wings, watch me soar above the darkness
casting my shadow upon the world
unmask the masked
the stench of death brings fourth the Raven
as he feasts on my flesh he speaks
' If I perch upon your door, your life is what I wait for'

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010

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