Monday, 27 May 2013

Fancy Killing



Pretense preserved—
Swanking recouped—
Silence pervades—Words suicide
Mass of dumb-boorish-egocentric-shit
Does your soul carry the ear to hear?
Breathing in the sloshing vain rhythm
Feet stomp at the fake tunes of past
Yearning to stuff your uncouth mouth,
Benign-words-dipped a piece of paper
Suffocate the void gasping of stale air
Sapped lungs emote your somber head
When your fidgeting arms drop dead
I shall—
Slit the icy-blue skin open,
To delve into your heart
To find you alive then,
Its’ a bewitched start…

14 comments:

  1. oo rather dark and haunting...or maybe just gritty...the digging in to find their heart after they pass especially...

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    1. Its eerie Brian ...can't even think of doing that :)

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  2. Oh, this gives me chills!

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  3. Definitely a heavy and forboding one...but beautiful all the same.

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    1. You make my day Keith, as always :)

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  4. This packs a punch, and I forgot to duck.

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  5. Brian stole my words...dark and haunting! Makes me want to turn all the lights on!

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  6. This is intense and evil :-P He he ... loved reading it :-)

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  7. This a powerful poem, long time since a poem really impacted me and churned my soul so. Perhaps I will be able to find more words to appreciate it after the churning stops.

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    1. Hope your churning has stopped by now, Thanks a lot for reading :)

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