My hollow bones on your picket fence.

My hollow bones on your picket fence.

A Poem by Lee W. Deason

More damaging than a tourniquet around my neck.
Cutting my head off from corrupted fuel, life injection is needed.
Blasting my walls down with insincerity. How fashionable of you.

Adorable you sick sick nurse, treatments failure.
Await your turn on the docket, judgment awaits.
Suffocate the only whiteness, no survivors.

Just as I laid down, you licked your lips.
The kill is almost done, another dead of me on the ground.
Its your voice, it burns me, its burning me alive.
On fire, on fire I scream for a whiteness.

Because I can't see my self.
I can't see you looking so...

Adorable you sick sick nurse, treatments failure.
Await your turn on the docket, judgment awaits.
Suffocate the only whiteness, no survivors.

Medicines poison rattles my ambitions.
Their hollow bones clitter clatter in the wind.
Reminders to my ears of when I could bend.
Now I break, pictures of you still searching.

For the comfort in the grieving of my loss.
For the widows tear to give forever.
An un-dieing relic to remind me. (That love lives.)

Horrible I once saw this way, treatments failure.
You weren't late for the appointment.
Lift the toxicity from my eye lids. (I want to see for my self.)

Because I can't see my self.
Looking anything like you.
I can't see you looking so...
Adorable you sick sick girl, a failure of the human race.


© 2008 Lee W. Deason


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Added on March 11, 2008