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Crooked E

Poetry By: Neekas

Make your own assumptions.

Submitted:Oct 2, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Signs with legs
fit in my trembling
my psycho eyes.
Off roads endless in our guts
blood, seas, screams,
sharp stares
Red conquers forever

Oooh the unending sadness
This is my head depressed
watching it flood my tonque
In screams, silence, tortured, depressed

Face under the sink
coming, coming to me
Tell me what is that sign
From nowhere, nothing, never
Fuck the...oooh yeah
Again...ooooh...GOD!Release me!


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