Satans Mouth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Part 5 of 6 in my Untitled Collection

Into satans mouth, I march
face first into fury, I charge
and all the sunlight combined couldn't
spook the bats that hang from my heart..

Sleep through September, Harvest in October
sell off my despair, and then start over.
A concrete struggle has only just begun,
for this unlikely taste, leaves a stark chuckle
across your Lips.
Wipe the blood from your hands
before perchusing THIS soul,
As i feel the harsh scorn of those before me,
And the agony of their screams careess' the evil in brain, what will

you do with me?
bound my wrists' and let the others decide..

The blade twists'... and my heart dosent bleed..

Let the blood trickle from the knife and onto my tounge,
So i too, can grasp what they only have begun to Understand

TANNER AUGIER ©'08


Submitted: October 24, 2009

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