I walked on covered bones,
Gave letters to the wind;
In a town I can't call home:
I've sinned, I've sinned, I've sinned.
A daisy from an eyeball.
An elbow in the ground.
To friends who never get called:
I'm downed, I'm downed, I'm downed.
The dust atop felled rubble
Seeks the nose of strangers.
To those who think me too bold:
Scream danger, danger, danger.
The fabulists recant their words,
As spectres vex with yawning,
To those who leave before they've heard:
A warning, warning, warning .
Golden fabric tangled freedom,
Under ravens squawking breath.
To those who walk beneath them:
On to death, to death, to death.
To skin and sinew not afraid,
Embrace my empty girth.
To all anew who breath invades:
Rebirth, rebirth, rebirth.
YOU ARE READING
Bloody Words
PoesiaPoems for the twisted souls who dance at night. The cauldron stirrers, aorta slurpers down right damned to hell life usurpers. We all have a dark side, I invite you to enjoy yours. For the broken and the damned walk amongst us every day.
