I’m yelling
Can you hear me?
Into this void called loneliness
Succumb deeds abundance
Filling this plot with alienation
With a silent dirge soiled termination
Death, Till Death
The undertaking playing it’s part
Heart marinated into sickness
Disemboweled mental penetrations
You may now scythe me apart
Married into rejection
Wearing this, This ring of decay
Confused, Utter desolation
As this mind it lives
Locked in it’s festering emptiness
This skin cold
Heart held on an icing hold
Emotions forsaken
Ignored to never be heard from again
But that is ok
Who is next to take me for granted?
Crucified by love
On a fiery pentagram
Spinning every which way
My voice is gone
Yelled way too much
But you never heard me
So it does not matter anymore
Giving up?, Maybe, Perhaps?
Why does love discriminate?
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
12/3/09
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