Queue of Killers

Queue of Killers

A Poem by I Cast a Shadow
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Cold bars.

Small spaces.

No stars.

All braces.

Rattling keys.

Mocked existence.

Enough pleas.

Time’s Resistance.

Battered, bruised, and boiled blood.

Toiled, tattered, and left in mud;

To rot;

No sleep;

In black;

To creep;

Mildew and plaque.

Seeing faces.

Identical forms

In outer spaces.

Twisted steel dancing around

External demise less than profound.

© 2011 I Cast a Shadow


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I like the flow and rhyme scheme, only gripe would be the font, it's a bit small, I had to squint to read it, you know age and such, but overall nice write with a serious message..

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Added on August 5, 2011
Last Updated on August 6, 2011
Tags: void, captive, restrained, kept, left, slave, doom, rot, resistance, stupid, people, unwise, de-evolve

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I Cast a Shadow
I Cast a Shadow

Portland, OR



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I read classics, science fiction, philosophy, and very little fantasy. I am inspired by Taoism and other Eastern philosophy, anarchy, new concepts, my ancestry, my muse, her family, my own family, .. more..

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