The Tower. Fallen Angel 17

(He sang a song)

O tower
that place that rots his thoughts
sticks fingers in his mind
breathing blood through flared nostrils
crying shame like death regretful

O tower
a home to store my soul
after tearing from my chest
stamping it into sodden earth, underfoot
creating a more useful 'sole'

O tower
the crevices that store insanity
those bricks made by hooligans
desecrating natures corpses
dripping sinew decoratively

O tower
that phallic residence
where I pulled my heart from my carcass
still beating, turned inside out
stuffed full of worms and eaten

O tower
a place to meet your demons
cause thunder with your bellows
destroy kindness with your emptiness
survive mankind until tomorrow

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I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223

Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.