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The snow falls heavy behind my eyes,
Fear that smothers, the stench of flies.
All that surrounds you, your voice, despise.
Listening long to the sounds of lies.
I don't trust myself to be alone anymore,
All too tempting is that open door.
What hides beneath that carpeted floor?
Do you even want to know anymore?
The pain, like arrows, within my heart.
Cruel words, too swift, the poisoned dart.
In shadows, they wait, for me to fall apart.
My bones to fill their tepid art.
- by Krepta Copzilla |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/08/2009 |
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- Title: Tepid Art
- Artist: Krepta Copzilla
- Description: Just a poem I wrote to vent.
- Date: 01/08/2009
- Tags: tepid bones sadness anger frustration
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