Primitive Killing
Date: Saturday, 26th November 2016 @ 09:03:12 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: unknown_utopia
Been up all night
trying to get the words right
self reflection on my infection
has me forgetting how to rhyme,
from dusk to dawn
unseen forces coming on strong
wat happened to my friend
you are invisible when I am falling.
I am on a white knuckle ride
on the highway to hell
trying to understand
why do I feel better
when I am angry with me.
Trapped under ice
because I refuse to be assimilated
there will be no raising the dead
when you drown in madman waters.
Toxic pestilence sway
for the infected and insane
it is a primitive killing...
full metal jacket is on
still the verbal war wounds me
sludge kicker never realized
that some things are better left unsaid.
I am buried alive
and still I try to write,
I search for the meaning of why......
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