Poem -
dust in the eye's
Blood red in dripping vines
scale your perimeters left in oversight
family vomits all your words
kicked around the virgin verb
unknown dressed in deaths curtain call
A wedding dress fresh from the frown
hangs on the crescent moon
that golden hair tied in the shroud
Dreams leak into mornings
unfinished fucking lullabies
promises dance with the despised
Hungry flesh
weak and bored
 dread, in colours hoard
iron spikes gnaw the vacant expressions call
rotting spinning crawling doors
not within hours reaching claw
Absurd Absurd
I saw dressed on a wall
standing still
surveying its meaning
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standing
Still,
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STANDING
STILL.
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