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restless
melt the skin with in
sheaths of black leather
keep the infections underneath
hearts twisted
to cut up to love
turned its self inside out
my soul sunk to the floor
and went to the corner to die
but got tangled in the words on the wall
at night the body wants to fall
but the minds a restless creep
spinning fast the self's don't last
music plays but my guts wont stay down
the dead ones trip out my eyes
the spiders weave away life
time is a lie rewriting the same rhyme
the thoughts are about to eat me alive
I can only hope there isn't a after life
cuz there will never be piece for me
sheaths of black leather
keep the infections underneath
hearts twisted
to cut up to love
turned its self inside out
my soul sunk to the floor
and went to the corner to die
but got tangled in the words on the wall
at night the body wants to fall
but the minds a restless creep
spinning fast the self's don't last
music plays but my guts wont stay down
the dead ones trip out my eyes
the spiders weave away life
time is a lie rewriting the same rhyme
the thoughts are about to eat me alive
I can only hope there isn't a after life
cuz there will never be piece for me
Published 8th May 2014
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9th May 2014 4:58am
From what i can see this is sleep "but the minds a restless creep"
...but you took a much deeper almost fatal take on it!
Thoughts consume our nights, it seems we can't help it.
"The dead ones trip out my eyes" I'm not sure if this is spirits or ghosts or even "the dead ones" thoughts or something dark that'll physically "trip" out from your eyes revealing what you see?
Sorry for overanalyzing, nonetheless love this Poem, nicely written in a truthful matter-a-fact manner!
...but you took a much deeper almost fatal take on it!
Thoughts consume our nights, it seems we can't help it.
"The dead ones trip out my eyes" I'm not sure if this is spirits or ghosts or even "the dead ones" thoughts or something dark that'll physically "trip" out from your eyes revealing what you see?
Sorry for overanalyzing, nonetheless love this Poem, nicely written in a truthful matter-a-fact manner!
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9th May 2014 4:42pm
haunting write, always enjoy your poems even if they stem from ones reality.
