MisanthropicA Poem by N/AAuto auto''I'm with you in Rockland''
''I'm with you in Rockland''
I'm...I'm...still... I'm with you, though you've left and left and left me to to, to to it. I'm here though you broke, and ran, and threw me to burn and burn like some god foresaken... I watched you, dragged, skin bared, bare, to the moonlight night I watched you drag yourself over countless poisoned rocks.
O but i depart, I'm with you now and you're no longer there, you're twisted shambling bones, meet with no mercy, As I fall i cried for you silently, the screams of the broken, bleeding... Broken, Bleeding fire alarms... Continous continous. O let me sleep, we fall and I clutch at sinews of broken bastardized schizophernics.
Who threw off their watches as time is apparent oppression. Mine stopped, and I got Down, down down down. And, was left to the stoking of flaming sculptures of virtue. Virture of the Academic shackles which detain the brightest sparks, broken arks. Hold my arms as/and the convlusions rip.
At 451 we break down, I watch the black tips of the white stairs receed into the white darkness of the black/white walls of the Falling air. I lie in recovery stance, head on the ground, seems to silent. The dane brokedown on the recovery table and, I stoke the velvet fires of the pyschopathy of today, of now, of all and more and nothing. .... ..
''I'm with you in Rockland''
''I'm with you in Rockland'' © 2010 N/AReviews
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