a poem for the evening

prophetsam 2003-10-31 15:41:22 ET wasted flesh and wasted breath another hallow's eve wasted alone. another night of tear-stained sheets. another night of wondering when you will eat again. another verse of wasted breath. another thousand holes torn into my already tattered soul. another set of deaf ears my hopeless pleas fall apon. another night with the barrel of a gun in my mouth. another verse of wasted breath. wasted flesh stretched over weary bones. wasted breath inside a caving chest. a pool of blood pouring out of my forever silenced mouth. -S

UnLabeled 2003-10-31 17:49:21 ET ooh i like

prophetsam 2003-10-31 17:59:04 ET try living it

UnLabeled 2003-10-31 19:36:02 ET Understood

Neko2631 2003-11-07 12:33:54 ET ..So you know why I didn't read this right off? Sometimes, it's just too hard for me to make myself read very sad and cynical poetry. Does this mean that this poem is not very well written and laid out and very powerful? Certainly not. I respect the poetic heart that beats down south of your beautiful hair. ^^ *love*

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