Corpse

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Rather graphic desperation.
Also, if you're bored... I have a bebo poetry book which is free to look at: www.alifeworthliving.bebo.com

Submitted: March 16, 2007

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Submitted: March 16, 2007

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Look, see you, pale past.
Two gravediggers in the
gasping gangled night.

I was dead.

Black, blood-shot face,
gave up on disgrace
fueled up by some sort
of magnified grace
displacing every fear.

I was a corpse

Uttered the solemn tones
of ever, overgrown thoughts,
trapped in the desire,
fell in, but saved, by the fire.
Oh! how broken are the knees
that I kneel on, trapped in this
metal cage, clothes ripped and
torn, bursting my moans.
These are pains but - ah.

You kissed this empty shell
Walked with sinners.
Walked through hell.
Kissed this corpse.


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