THINGS I TRULY MISS
I'm haunted by an omen
that's too great to understand.
The sand of simplicity
is slipping through my hand.
A marionette made of DNA,
the strings are made out of genes.
Colors of dark red and black,
but not quite sure what it means.
Trying to escape my destiny,
a wiggly walk in deed.
Avoiding the fragments of glass
in the acid bottle-mine fields.
I know you didn't mean to
fuck me up like this.
But all the things you didn't give,
are things I truly miss.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2010-02-25 at 20:39
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