Arbeit Macht Frei

I realise the taste in which this is written is questionable.

Your life is a permanent holiday
Divorced from emotion,
The lock on the cubicle that holds
Your heart reads 'VACANT'.

 

You never flushed the toilet,
You piss is toxic yellow
Like your kiss and your nicotine nails.
I bet you did your Kraut in a box like this,
'Arbeit Macht Frei'
You have betrayed me too many times,
Eins, zwei, drei...

 

I dangle just like a pendant charm,
Around your crooked neck.
You could turn me on
One more time,
Before you go,
One for the road,
Ignite a b***h
Flick my switch.

 

You won't,
I'd shed too much light
I am the Mother of all problems,
I spawn them like b******s
They are all my own,
Home grown.

 

Every grave in my smashed heart
Is stuffed with you, your hair, your teeth, your gold,
You destroyed me expertly,
'Arbeit Macht Frei'
Except I won't let you die.
 

Reviews

[Spoken]

well hopefully this work has set you free in some way :)

i like the way you've described your pain but in a hardened ticked off way.. like you're not sad and depressed and gloomy you're friggin teed off!


Every grave in my smashed heart
Is stuffed with you, your hair, your teeth, your gold,

You piss is toxic yellow (**** your****)
Like your kiss and your nicotine nails.

fav lines

i think the taste befits the feel you were trying to get across.

[Lady Lazarus.]

astonishingly good!!!!
full of real angst,anger and sadness and hits hard.
your style of writing is fantastic and the raw brunt honesty of this poem makes it amazing to read.
some people get sad in bad situations,others get angry.
just wow....