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Everything Becomes Still


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Written by Cody Horonzy   
Wednesday, 05 March 2008
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Everything Becomes Still

 

Life becomes a standstill

I have swallowed death, like a pill

 

This soul of mine has turned black

My nervous system succumbs to the attack

 

Everything is turning the deepest shade of red now

I couldn't stop the infection, I just couldn't find a way how

 

The once pumping heart inside me is dead

But I can hear your heartbeat thumping in my head

 

My veins pulse with a greedy temptation

To consume you, to feel your blood put in the sensation

 

I didn't ever want to hurt you

But this thirst just keep bleeding through

 

Run away from me please

Run away from me and my disgusting disease

 

This new me is somewhat horrid

I don't remember how and when it all got started

 

You can't kill me with that gun

Just let me die in front of the sun

 

It's better you never tell anyone what you saw

Just pretend I never was, pretend I was never anything at all

 

 

 

 



Copyright 2008 Cody
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Comments (3)
Posted by tarhead
2008-03-05 20:21:32
i liked

the message that it drew from me, but I had a bit of a hard time reading it. the thing about poetry that contrives to confuse me - is I don't know 'how' to read it.

should I look for rhythm? for the sheer impact of the words? both?

perhaps I am just poetically challenged.

okay, I will shut up now...
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Posted by Dirkin
2008-03-05 20:30:23
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Very sad to have such self loathing. I imagine that is not uncommon these days
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Posted by Sad Sara
2008-03-05 21:23:54
One gulp or tow?

What yer got goin' on here?

A still pill?

Dramatic sorrow yer can't ever swallow, it keeps coming back up because it seeks warmth and light found outside of life.

Not in yer blackened soul, that's where yer are suppose to store life's apathetic views.

Let 'em rot I tell yer. hehe

Let's see, sad, rhythm, rhyme:

Check, check, check...

Very well, yer appear to be in order here, rhyme on Sorrowful One, but not still.

'Anna
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