My yes, my no, and my 'I don't know, why don't you figure it out yourself'...

My yes, my no, and my 'I don't know, why don't you figure it out yourself'...

A Poem by Dread Solomon
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Confessions of the mentally disturbed...

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Yes, I pushed him down the stairs,
yes, he was asking for it,
and yes, he was still breathing.

No, I felt no remorse for him,
no, he didn't deserve my sympathy,
and no, he wasn't dead yet.

I don't know,
there was blood,
but it could have been mine,
maybe I was the victim,
I don't know...

© 2010 Dread Solomon



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o.O I love this 'confession', it was creepy - the kind of stuff I love. Menacing and evil, but calm about it... keep it up! loved it :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


I don't think it's even poetry... XD

Posted 7 Years Ago


i love it !

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Dread Solomon
Dread Solomon

Kuching, Sarawak, Malaysia



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'I believe whatever doesn't kill you, simply makes you... stranger.' I'm a whole bunch of things... a poet, a story teller, a lazy novelist, a pianist, a beginner saxophonist, a geek with good loo.. more..

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