Running into Myself

Running into Myself

A Poem by Crimson_Woad

Running into Myself

Running into myself, sitting on the wall
Now I hit the mirror, I am on the floor
Crack, smash, shatter, slash
Reflection into pieces on the ground


Spinning around and around
All I know is I am down on the ground
7 years bad luck is with me
Now I must live with the consequence


Fight the demon, the black cat
The devil horns and funny hat
Turning it into a spinning find
Look at the flying couch going by


Slipper, slipping, slope encore
Knock from the Feds on my door
What is wrong with you sir
Your brain is all mashed up inside


Find a chair and I will tell you a story
It's a little weird, a little gory
Cut my hand, give it to my friend
A turtle guy with a tattoo on his head


© 2014 Crimson_Woad


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I love this! Absolutely amazing :)

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Crimson_Woad
Crimson_Woad

Gympie, Queensland, Australia



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