Accidic words (surrealism poem)

by HollywoodSmile   Aug 30, 2007


Fingers woven together
scars left here forever
a world of sick torture
nothing left to work for
nothing left to live for
stitches torn
souls reborn
children murdered
words slurred
yet none surrender
my heart still in the blender
i take your hand in mine
and slowly blow up time
as the clock ticks
and i erase your mind
forget whats left behind
together two hearts bind
nothing left to find
but a gun
to stop their fun
a knife
to end my life
and a child left all alone
a child left all alone
my child left all alone
the child remains
alone

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