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Free writing. (Some random things mixed with things I've took out of poems before i published all combined into one)

A king resting upon his throne
as the jokers die
blood on the floor slip fall
its a one and all free for all
my eyes are small
but large as stones
the smell of lavender
rages through the air
as the smooth skin
of a new born baby
so fresh an innocent
a cancer ridden dog
lies awaiting fate
subliminally insisting
for a proper ending
no ending is proper
for we all die
as days go by
riddled in mud and filth
alone to ask
profound questions
as the queen rages her words
as through its only her day
the needle rests on my arm
and the heroin is done
pump them full of purple dust
cut myself with metal
covered in rust
fictional characters portrayed my traders
the color starts to fade
the color starts to fade
the people wanna die
the people wanna die
rest children rest
tomorrow isn't better
it just still has hope
unlike today
when the castle started falling
and everyone screams
everythings dying
so long hope and dreams
there for the useless
and the profound
there for the all of us
not enough to go around
lets kill kitty
he's to dumb
lets kill kitty
he has no thumbs
I want pleasure
I need the key
the key to the city
so I can burn it down
I have illusions and voices to boot
I did it all I did it for you
run like the wind
run like the wind
dust flies faster
i'm falling fast
rapists are running through the town
killing people another one down
he just touched her
and she just whispered merci
he just pulled of his pants
and did a cringe inducing dance
she did a double take
i didn't glance
she just smiled
and said something about gore
then she got a knife and
dying everyone is dying
and no one ever
said one damn thing
they just called her a slut
and proclaimed
yes another whore
knocking at the door
am I crazy or am i jaded
look at me my face is faded
and not one thing i own
is gold plated
and as the caskets
fell into the hole
not one damn person
shed one damn tear
the preacher just laughed
and offered up
an ice cold beer.
Written by anonymouslyhere (Thedarkshadow)
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