No Patriotism

by Blade   Apr 27, 2006


Tormented soul your trudge,
Materialistic, plastic doll,
Cuts along your perspex,
Bleeds fumes to loll,

Poised for fashion,
Your runway no. 9,
Cars fill you with headlights,
Pose to decline,

Breaks scream your name,
And applaude you against metal,
Snaps your stance to a chair,
Back at home to settle,

Recognition of your name,
Hand in hand with white,
She is a star forever,
Brighter then the light.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Lady Vengeance

    Hmmm i agree with crimson poet about it being sketchy, it's hard to tell what it's about, but it's still very powerful. kinda chilling.
    -L.V

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael Mantione

    Ahh very good, made chills run down my spine. Though it is a bit sketchy you have great potential. I can see that you poured yourself out in this one and I admire that you just need to work on your wording a bit and then your set because you seem to have a great vocabulary. Can't wait to see what you write next. Keep it up!