Flood
Contributed by
poppym123
on
Saturday, 23rd April 2011 @ 07:14:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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An apathetic whimper,
a sunken, weeping wall.
My tears infect your room,
your wardrobe, car and hall.
I'll turn your road to river,
your school a goldfish tank.
A long forgotten teasure chest
that was once a bank.
I'm a soggy form of death,
a cold malignancy,
the midwife of disease,
yet you depend on me.
I'll slither up your spine
lift you off your feet
blur your vision, dull your hearing,
down your throat I creep.
I'll never inflict pain,
you'll leave quite peacefully,
your lips a purple-blue
from one last drink of me.
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