Poetic vomit of a 17 year old: Purple Blackness

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A poem I wrote when I was 17 for my college friend Rowan.

Submitted: December 08, 2011

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Twisting colours purple blackness

Yielding blood of broken veins

Dripping tears and silent screams

Fill Chasms of the empty pain

Stillness rips the sobbing flesh

And dreams which haunt the dark of day

Moonlight slashes drunken thoughts

Infection bites and numbs the way

An empty space between the breasts

Congealed in longing oozing cracks

Seeps out the heart and in the mouth

Metalic taste of burning black

Struggling under heavy air

Which weighs us down to stave our need

Tiredness chews the weary soul

And dark of death with living pleads

Stumbling through the streets of boredom

Masking tears with clowning smiles

Drifting through our dragging futures

Stagnant hopes distort the child

Wading in the poisoned waters

Drinking life of pulsing blood

Touch our hearts of fragile form

And turn our souls to weeping mud

Crawling eyes of maggots flesh

That tickle stabbing deeper breath

Feasting on the crumbling corpse

And drinking juice of pleasant death

(Written in 1999 when I was 17)


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