10 Empty Promises to be Scraped
Date: Wednesday, 3rd November 2010 @ 07:07:36 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Cheshire
Bound up in stacks of ten and waiting for the fiends
Stamps advertise as worthy buys but leaves men dead or lost as teens
To gain paradise with a crumpled five was glorious it seemed
Cause heaven's in the needle, the lean, the closest thing to god he's seen
The high begins before pupils turn to pins
You win when spikes stab your skin, the sight should make you cringe
Hook shot's hungry for the tinge in the syringe
The snake, the ribbon, the string, the red... the push....the rush.... the grin
Dope's the flesh water's the blood in this eucharist from hell
The saving grace has turned its face yet you consume it to get well
Echoes of the promise ring like a tolling bell
Fading to lost freedom, death, and silence though you yell
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