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Living Dead:
Live W/Out
I am jus' as death
prolonged to linger, like
I keep waiting for the sun to rise
End this nightmare jail [illegible] each other
taste, the whistle upon the wind
of freedom not to re-die
How can I love you?
I hate like broken hearts ache
In regards to prison,
someone I must hate
First and foremost, I must say
what needs to be said: I do not
want to write this poem!
The dead are not supposed to have a voice
Madness be able to bleed after being cut
by a shard of moon
Or redying a second death
from bullets and adjusting my name
the heart
subscribing to a warmth
of sun that never arrives!
I am the walking dead;
the cold December night of man
The coming of spring shall but warm
The bars and scars of life w/out
I have fantasies built on reality
A kiss of vindication that kisses back
like she I fantasizes to kiss
The kisses which never kiss back
are advertisements that don't fulfill
Alone in loneliness
I am long
No short story
I must trail...
But down this river
far from this prison
distancing this longggg
I am alone
Jus' as death can't see in darkness
Descended to the ground forever, I rot
Till feet can't foot and I've no feet
I am jus' as death
prolonged to linger..
7/10/13
9:39 PM
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