false feeding thru her lips
the slip
is internal
to brace for eternity
one must destroy all hope
and then to come
back again
bruised and ashamed of love
needing to desecrate
needing to purge
2
there are songs for love,
loss and pain
songs for dreams
to remain
songs for fear
songs for death
songs to just force forward breath
my song isnt for a thing
only to a seance bring
the mass of crowds right in the street
to evolution
also (defeat)
3
'just do it'...she said
12 more triggers to bleed thru till
santimonnnica
get thru
this violin orchstrate
tyranny with a whip
whisper you never cared
orphans are made not shared
'point it at...'
4
...this coma can go on forever
this coma can go on forever
this coma can go on for...
in the end i think
the gift will be forgotten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem