the hunt

Discussion in 'Poetry and Lyrics Forum' started by monica_decosta, Mar 7, 2014.

  1. Oil with water
    dark deep sticky
    my ocean of grief
    all around
    no sun no moon
    sucha dark phase, my friend
    a hand has entered my chest
    and clutched my heart
    it squeezes life out
    and releases it back
    the hand of hatered for my internal self
    my kiddish creative self
    disgust for his incompetence, his laziness, his kindness
    no matter how hard he tries i will find and squeal life out of him
    there is only one of us who can survive..
     
  2. horsesmouth

    horsesmouth Active Member

    Easy, friend...

    Nice!
     

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