Chipped jus a lil standing rock hard.
Unfazed by this world the hearts chard.
Blackened stone cracked n never broken.
Chained to my soul forever forsakened.
Unstained emotions hardly used.
With no luv to give i can not lose.
Cut short frozen in time.
The eyes never seem to wanna cry.
Holes gapped filled with dirt.
For the worms to eat at the hurt.
Chizzled shape reintroduced as stiff.
Chilled on ice under the weathers fists.
Cut n stitched scars face the cage.
Bitting hands that feel so brave.
Locking the key away from the holes.
My story will forever be ubtold.
For splits that have leaked r sealed tight.
Welded shut in armored nights.
Alone the thumper strengthens.
Losing all purpose of its meaning.
"MY LITTLE PIECE OF .COM"
Friday, December 28, 2012
For the worms
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2 comments:
sweet poem
Thanks...
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