These events in time cannot be undone
Thus I throw myself off this precipice
Forgetting myself and all that brought me here
All these years I just couldn’t wake up
Reaching and falling and fucking with my mind
Now I cannot even drink the elixir
Something inside of me perished
And I can still smell the stench of death in the air
Luring me back to these rancid badlands
Can you account for the blood on the walls
The tyrant that coated your mask with distain?
I scored too deep and you didn’t even know it
So much for the bullshit providence
The stars melt, casting gazes on the bleeding sky
So much for destiny and the tales they tell
Wishes dissolve into nightmares
The horrors that make you sweat at night
I can’t even wake up without screaming
I’m tearing into the stockade
Trying to escape from this twist of fate
Free me from myself, my own worst enemy














Devious Comments
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Did you jus....did you just hit me in the face with your vagina?
also, you do a great job of putting preview images on your poetry.
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my other account on DA is *jadisofeternity
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"For Pony!" ~Richard, Chief Warlock of the Brothers of Darkness, Lord of the Thirteen Hells, Master of the Bones, Emperor of the Black, Lord of the undead, and Mayor of a little scenic village up the coast.
And thank you very much..im glad that you liked my poem and images..
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Did you jus....did you just hit me in the face with your vagina?
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Then looking upwards I strain my eyes and try to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"do they collide?" I ask and you smile. With my feet on the dash the world doesn't matter.
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Rockhound: *riding the nuclear warhead and making cowboy noises*
Sharp: Get off... the nuclear... warhead!
Rockhound: *gets off* Hey, Sharp! No Nukes! No Nukes! No Nukes!
Harry: Have anymore bullets in that gun, Sharp?
©Armaggeddon
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