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What the fuck's goin' on in my cranium?
You wanna talk violence?
Let's go.
You said you'd grave me
Alive, shovel and all,
Even that wasn't the final straw
Now I'm rattled
Day dreaming
Hogtie you, slit
Your throat with your precious paper
All that green your rollin' in
All your red crimson
Brightly blinding
But why the fuck do I care?
Go on, thoughts drift along to god knows where
Yeah, I fucking blame you
I hate every molecule
That makes you
Was it a two-for-one?
When you sold your Soul?
Did you throw in you conscious
For free?
so sweet poem...love the style you did it in a rich and heart touching way.. the idea is very good and I love when you raise questions in your poems..and here you did the same like in the below stanza...love it..
"Was it a two-for-one?
When you sold your Soul?
Did you throw in you conscious
For free?"
wonderful good and excellent poet... all my wishes and repsects..