dead
gone
empty
no
one home
poison
in my blood
contaminated
do not touch
the
resurrection of the body without a soul
hollow
eyes dripping with blood, I'm salivating for your flesh, I'm
stumbling towards you
there
are no thoughts in this head, just desires, a need and that need is
to be fed, fed a food you can supply, wont be long until you are dead
dead
gone
empty
no
one home
poison
in your blood
contaminated
do not touch
the
resurrection of the body without a soul
hollow
eyes dripping with blood, you're salivating for some flesh, stumbling
forwards blindly
there
are no thoughts in your head, just desires, a need and that need is
to be fed, fed a food human's supply, wont be long until they are
dead
dead
…
Fibonacci
Poem
Where's
My Asylum
Copyright
© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
No comments:
Post a Comment