Reliable

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The world consumes and destroys. We do our best to avoid, but sometimes we have to dive right in. What happens when we're already gone, who's going to save me?

Submitted: December 05, 2007

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Fading, the lights are,

Slowly they cover,

Swell my vision

With toxic fragments.

 

Feeding my insides,

Just like bugs,

Squirm, writhe,

Devastate me.

 

Divulge my sins,

I am useless,

Renewable, not,

Perfect me, make me.

 

This body, awaits,

Inject me, fill me,

Gorge out this venom,

I need this, I need you.


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