K-hole

My K-hole

My wasteland is nothing more then emptiness, an island named Desert
Tears well in my eyes for pity for I cannot open them
Fiercely light shines through my lids
I cannot see what lies ahead and I laugh
Discoloration
Cold creeps into my bones
Run run run run but where to
No more running now on my Desert Island
Substances mirror themselves on a white porcelain plate
In an altered state of mind
Floating caged in a metal jacket
In and out my metal jacket
Down the stairs I stumble into the cold morning air
Taken by the hand into oblivion
I hide and run for what is to come
Caged in a metal jacket
My bones defleshed, covered in skin, my muscles disappeared
Nothing matters, oblivion, my head scraped empty with a metal spoon
I sit and stare in the cold morning air
Alone
For a moment I forgot and was oblivious
My jacket loosens and I feel the need to tighten it again and again
The burn and pain is sorely missed as the porcelain plate is cleaned out
Once more to feel skin and bones
Once more so I can forget
Into oblivion

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[OGOTENKSO]

Magnificent poem

Great body hahahaaa

[pabloboyd]

oh wowza deerezt mea!!!

[ColtenElliot]

pity u READ it! its like 16 bars, since u are trying to be the face of this poem, remember it, and u can display its essence better, perhaps/

[MammothMole]

1:20

I know what you mean :S

[ziplocMASTER]

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[pokadotpanzer]

Deep poem, very good.

[survivalicious]

AHHHHAAHAHAHAAAAAhaha

[gv1c]

wonderful poem

[Batters159]

great poem, but the last line should have been "and then i hoovered down another scratch!"

[Dtwnwldcat]

WOW That is all I can say