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"The heart sounds and sounds, pounds and pounds,
until it punched a hole in my chest, and if-
that wasn't enough those greedy veins,
with insatiable hunger they consumed the rest of me."

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The River

I woke at nine in the morning,
with a sense of hurt and mourning.
I will let you both fade to black,
dark memories pushed to the back,

of a mind that’s racing around,
top of my head but it thinks down.
here I am lying on the ground,
swimming in air, in which I’ve drowned.


Pushing back the tears that I’ve wept,
Regretting promises not kept.
floating along in this river,
it’s Dirty waters killed my liver.

gasping for breath, close to my death,
unable to stand in this depth,
in an ocean of emotions,
Couldn’t change thoughts set in motion


My head’s hot but I start to shiver,
Steering for the end of the river.
Loved ones overboard before the fall,
The boat keeps going, I don’t care at all.

2009.06.01  11:54pm  

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