Black poetry |
Mysterious dark, death Me you do not frighten With your treacherous wrath An enticing travesty Contemplating whether I need you Skin and bone, not I To be, a wish but I am fuller Meat and fat, fat, fat No bones to see But soon I hope That will be me Death, inches before you Skin and bone, I seek To be tack flat A crowd will gather to see Before, I have tried, But I as weak as the next Purging at the sight of me Front, flat always is But reach the bottom Broader then the ocean sea Control is a challenge Gormandize like the horse Once faint, and blue Like her it will be my calling The career I will pursue I will perfect the act The scars are there More will be from hate But you will never know See them every day I conceal them well I began when I was 12 It was a game at first I did it to feel a part ABCDE How can this addict But it did me My leg, my hand, my stomach twice And the next you can still see For time I last it out How does it always catch me? This time will need be The last wretched attempt For I will last it out And forever me will be nothing more Bone and skin, nothing more Heaven open your door |