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Something About her Body

Something About her Body

A Poem by TheScreamingSadist

I wrote this on acid.

Something About her Body

I write these words upon my skin
so that maybe one day they'll soak in
and help me define me, to find me again:

Doused in suggestion,
my mind is congested
with visions of playing along.
Though, my heart's diminished,
I'm not quite, yet finished,
and my life's been reduced to a song,

your filthy schemes no longer delude
my slightly forward inhibitions.
I kill for my right to be something I'm not,
but what would I do for my wrongs?

Yes, I am the leader boy,
no more ghost man under the floor,
running the show tonight.
He'd kick me out and say, "Hush."
I'm hushing, you see,
for my eyes are in the light.

He is mortal enemy:
the wind in disguise,
blows down all of my hopes and dreams.
He whispers sour everythings in my other ear,
tells me not to scream.
Just a hum melts craters in the glass
on my side of the shore.
To console, I can hear colors
that I've never heard before.

But he never really falls away,
just plays his tricky song,
and by the time I catch his leery tune,
I'm gone.

© 2012 TheScreamingSadist

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A nice blend of Metal, Blood, Sweat and tears that could be something out of Motor-head or Danzig.

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Added on April 26, 2012
Last Updated on April 26, 2012



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