November 21, 2011

Like Me,

Slit your wrists from head to toe


Watch you stumble to and fro


A splat of blood, a break of bone


A haunted tomb, a crooked stone


Bloodied vultures pick for food


Spattered brains left misconstrued


Watch the raven's jagged beak


Split agape and start to speak


Words of wisdom laced in lies


Coughed up like decrepit flies


To acost your mangled corpse


Ripped apart without remorse


Hours pass and shadows wane


Time moves on without the slain


Waste of bullets, waste of time


Blood turns into pasty slime


Lost are you to life and thought


How is it you never fought


To carve meaning to your name


To go without bearing shame


I'm left here, a broken doll


Splitting strings, about to fall


You called for help, I wasn't there


And thus you thought I didn't care


But don't you think that, it's not true


I never wanted to lose you


Now you're gone, eternalized


And far too late I had realized


I'd mucked about too long to see


That you were just as dead as me.

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