Dead eyes wondering
Inside insomnia’s tomb
A gift wrapped disease
Stuffed inside mother nature’s womb
Bloody tears
Lava filled lacerations
Fissured flesh
Canals of frustration
Begging to live another day
Oh, Misery, How deep it cuts
With each sting growing more retched
Upon hallucinating nightmares
Rotting misanthropic terror
By the withering of sub freezing rejection
Blood turns to ice
Flesh hardens for battle
Crimson mask of plight
Climbing mountains of dreary droves
Fixated sobering malignant insignia
Elating another death filled day
And the grave shutters
I laugh on strong
Ravens all around
Celebrating the death of a craving asunder
Entombed sacred woes of thorns
And my time will never come
Yet, I tire for sound sleep upon the morrow scorned
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
2/15/10
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