Poem - 31 October 2017, 07:33

LAST LETTER FUCKED BY SAINT PARADISE

lets play this game in freak heated gains
my own friend forgave me in this slave of hours
create murders scent
while i strangle this flower,with a rainbow borrowed
whos got caught writing inside my grave
i made the ink run fast from her heavenly vein
crazy breezes stole all her pages
the Glory's edged in silken pledges

a last letter torn open
nailed to the threaded cost
dictated dreams spill into frosted veils
vomited promise danced a polka
and i drank all the vodka
still never drown ,
frozen irony kicks mornings thieving clown

reasons spread
written inside my only grave
persuasive romantic in spectral insanity
sliced vanity skips in the noisy duel

words lifted from decomposed feasted bones
dusted speech, bleached pages torn into created lies
upon the tattooed cross
pain blended in various decisions
that fucking last invested letter
forgotten in homeless vision

Stumble out
stumble in
spoken blame
sin to drink
Hold on,
Hold on,

the vestal virgin glass clear in artery
tips
released the stinging abduction in taste
breaches
gasps and another last letter remains

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