Graveyard Vanity

cool silent graveyard intoxication
tantalizing liquid fixations,
stumbling serenity through graves,
drunk disorientation makes me brave.

at peace with my vodka resolution;
ghosts crowd brittle brain impression;
mist moderates responsible anger
colliding with dependent depression
leading nestled tombstone to hold.
from sin we spawn, from sin we mold.

badger wretched wallow in cold stone
through self dark path I walk alone
and the demons smell my sorrow,
aiming to acquire what I borrowed.
from the crypt they shall arise,
I sense the anger of red eyes;
good intentions; invalid innocence
bleeds excuses as my line of defense.

cemetery forgery, Satan's seduction
sets the tone for death's construction,
monster slashing life's long retreat,
obliterating remains of my conceit.

channel surfing burden creeps daze;
envy lucidity to those who give praise.
vanity, vanity, why have you forsaken me;
to weak to fight falling to my knees.
yet somehow I always knew I was wrong;
chose to live it my way, headstrong.



Poetry by aliceramone
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 04:30

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Kiran
This is amazing! Your words are so hard hitting and powerful, they are just outstanding. Brilliant use of imagery! Loved this.
2007-03-07


Individuality
ah yes, headstrong, i think we are all like that, we find ourselves in madness yet say to ourselves we can hack it ok and just carry on into oblivion. makes me want a drink reading this poem :)
2007-03-05


Lavender
Shaking my head as if stunned by the brilliance of this poem, my friend! Ah, so many fine images and I especially like the mention of how sin plays a roll in life that is really quite fine! I am so glad you are here!
2007-03-05