'Twixt Man And Slaughter

'Twixt Man And Slaughter

A Poem by Poe Redd
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An idea

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Universal, so dark, the bleeding con
-solitary, above and so below us where,
a little bloodthirsty, he will not search long.
And if he can steal a bite of self, a taste,
somewhere between his scars and his mother's heart,
even this self-depressed flesh god, he knows his worth.

And, yes, when the red blood cells settle,
he will clean himself up for you, so well in fact,
surely, you'll think, only angels
could look so groomed and so neglected,
and how, you wonder, do winged children
fly without vanity?
Pulling sad faces from the memory
or better times, he'll be grateful
that you fell screaming for his 
patient ruse and he'll be dumbstruck
by your awfully talented stupidity,
and for this
he will hate and love himself more.
Hate and love himself more,
with every loathing breath, every breath
of loathing for breath and all that it touches
and does; all it caresses
and f***s. And he's just a specter,
born onto the hateful death-path, forever
unfulfilled by the scenery, and forever
unresponsive to the consoling mourning.
Brown's Silas inside-out, he scars
his internal organs
with the whip of better-than-thou,
                            better-than-everyone, flame
to his bowels. Be glad.
If he didn't value himself over the world,
he'd have killed the world.

© 2014 Poe Redd


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"he will hate and love himself more.
Hate and love himself more,
with every loathing breath, every breath
of loathing for breath and all that it touches
and does; all it caresses"

A splendid read and write. Thank you for sharing...:).................

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Tags: hurt, pain, emotion, love, hate, world, blood, passion, murder, pride, conceited, vain

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Poe Redd
Poe Redd

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