Dragon Hunters and Office Blocks
Date: Thursday, 1st July 2010 @ 10:29:26 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Obnoxious_Bread
The ink I spill tonight,
does no justice to the blood I would
bleed to freeze,
a grain of sand in time`s chokepoint,
and freeze myself within it...
More flesh, more hair,
more brain, more sex,
shallower me.
I am eclipsed by your reality.
My reality is your fantasy.
and I wonder if envy is the reason you try
so diligent,tonight and always,
to me, myself to deny...
They say life grows,
but every day I feel less alive
and more a useful carcass...
Oh, dragon hunter, you shall
have your way...
as always, right?
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