The Bath
Contributed by
Blank
on
Monday, 25th April 2005 @ 03:24:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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There's mucus in the bath,
blood stains the water,
like liquid ice, sliding,
discomfort poisons,
glance maybe.
the stench astounding,
grey noise in silence,
pierce the window,
create the widow,
stare shady.
im not the one dead,
so don't ask,
i've still got my head,
let time pass,
i'm strange,
not freak,
psyco,
or other treats,
im me,
im that,
im yours,
but now im not,
im harsh,
i glance.
shame has glided over,
passed upon me,
covered me in sheets,
the food from yesterday-
in the floor with pools of liquid,
im not that thing,
i hear the wailing,
in my mind,
but so called sanity,
is hard to find.
I PONDER,
I PUKE,
I LEAVE,
I FAIL,
I LikE ThE FeElInG But CaNt DeCide WeTheR I Lost my MinD
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