Broken Legs of Happiness, Blood Dried Inside
PostPosted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 10:10 pm
Glassfull of cheer, chugged without regret
Not a shard of glass in it, no hint of pain here
Perfectly amazing, blood on the rocks bliss
Sucked out of life with scarcely a kiss
Pure ecstasy: pungent and amazing
Hops through veins with rejuvinating movement.
Cool shade of night, always the better--
Piles on the pounds, proverbial fetters
Bring together the best, to rot like a corpse
Where is life in their breasts? Nowhere? Of course...
Hand another the glass: mine crashed in my hand
My own blood just cannot satisfy.
Recoil. Relapse. Reclude somewhere safe
Fails to be help; find another way
No use for the many, with one out--collapse
Time for regret? Heh. Wasted guess.
The Author screams, bleeds, sings,
vomits forth his life through pale skins.
So much vomit, stomach knotted for an era
Almost expected, yet I was still unaware.
Fist to the challenge: it will be summited yet
Return to the vampiric, chugging cheer again.
Selfishly now, glass for my hands alone
'Less shared for sake of union.
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This is one of my more recent pieces. Felt like posting something to see if I could get a few opinions on it. I won't go into a full explanation of what it's about, but I'd love to hear other people's interpretations of it.
Not a shard of glass in it, no hint of pain here
Perfectly amazing, blood on the rocks bliss
Sucked out of life with scarcely a kiss
Pure ecstasy: pungent and amazing
Hops through veins with rejuvinating movement.
Cool shade of night, always the better--
Piles on the pounds, proverbial fetters
Bring together the best, to rot like a corpse
Where is life in their breasts? Nowhere? Of course...
Hand another the glass: mine crashed in my hand
My own blood just cannot satisfy.
Recoil. Relapse. Reclude somewhere safe
Fails to be help; find another way
No use for the many, with one out--collapse
Time for regret? Heh. Wasted guess.
The Author screams, bleeds, sings,
vomits forth his life through pale skins.
So much vomit, stomach knotted for an era
Almost expected, yet I was still unaware.
Fist to the challenge: it will be summited yet
Return to the vampiric, chugging cheer again.
Selfishly now, glass for my hands alone
'Less shared for sake of union.
----
This is one of my more recent pieces. Felt like posting something to see if I could get a few opinions on it. I won't go into a full explanation of what it's about, but I'd love to hear other people's interpretations of it.