would you be my valentines

would you be my valentines

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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Unfelt rain falls before hollow eyes
                                 conjured from sadness
An unwanted void pushes storm clouds
                                 across dead skies
Anger settles in the stomachs of
                                 the unfed 
Kept at bay, away from
                                 beautiful loves
Away from the lights of
                                 our lives
Left in the dark to bathe in
                                  forced iniquities
Twisting furiously, covered 
                                  in bloodless sweat
I am filleted on a bed of
                                  your enchantments
Conscientiously suspended from the hooks
                                 of an altered reality
My only substance is prophecies circled 
                                 in code on pages
Utterances of ancient tongues pulse through
                                my dry veins 
Taking me away then bringing me closer  
                                to a starless heaven

© 2014 joshua deathdealer


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Nothing out of place...all visceral and counted for ... potently so :) Always enjoy absorbing your words hon, hope you are well? x

Posted 10 Years Ago


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I really enjoyed reading the words you have written here! It is evident that every word in every line was carefully placed to build the fantastic piece that is your poem. Great work!

- Isaac

Posted 10 Years Ago


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joshua deathdealer
joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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