Gutter Song

A drip from the gutter to sound out the calling,
Storm clouds rolling, yet stalling...

Drenched in thier weight till no more may be fed,
rolling thoughts begin to fill my head...

Life, once lived is better not said...
Life, once lived is better off dead...

Pools of the earth's blood form on the ground beneth my fingertips,
its droplets corse down my arms in veins of cold water,
around my eyes and over my lips, soaked in its sin
I'll be a better son to you father, if you'll begin again.





Poetry by NamFoNos
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Written on 2005-08-02 at 08:00

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epohonci
the title is great :) and

"Life, once lived is better not said...
Life, once lived is better off dead..."

that's really awesome too...

very cool,

~me 8^D
2005-08-06


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
shite
2005-08-03


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
parent - child relationships... so delicate... i think many can identify to this one... nice... thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-08-02