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Cutting up the day

I'm cutting up the day with a double edged blade dreams are crashing all around but i cannot break away burning deep to cleanse my soul to walk it through the fire nothing left in this sour world no reasons to conspire so come to me and speak to me of where you wish to go for i have taken every step from the highest to the low and in between every thought writhing like a snake a black ribbon of destiny is laying out my fate and when the dust finally settles upon my epitaph it will say he knew the way but the journey was just too far.





Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-20 at 22:32

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
the words writhe, themselves, across the page to a dark place. chilling. cold. so well written.
2016-11-23


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Days like that, they have a way to weigh in a style that's heavy... or so your words sent me to, anyway. Thanks xx
2016-11-21