the brink of death (contains some adult language)
as the wings of a lifeless bird flutter,my life becomes complete
all mystery is...
i become mystery
i'm at the brink of death,
i can't take anymore
and yet i must,
i must, i must, i must, i must,
and i must
we perform
on the brink of life and death
and at the end of the show,
the singer shall
blow his fucking brains
all over the audience members!
nothing will be the same again,
they'll all carry the blood
and laugh
at the insanity of life
laugh and laugh
and laugh
6/26/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-10-21 at 21:13
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