How I died.

As I stare at the holy ghost in the charcoal sky
You dig at the corner of my blackened eye
A hole of stench in the dead swamp air
Out in the middle of absolutely nowhere
Is this hidden place for me to stay
For my rotting corpse to decay
As you decide my human fate
on this cold December date
This night feeding on your murderous breath
For tonight embarks my slaughtering death
From the heavy blows to the head
Pronouncing my body dead
But what you forgot after dumping me in
Was your DNA on my blood-stained skin
And those shrieking cries only God could hear
For it is you, yes, you, my dear
That will rot in a deeper hole then this
As I give the holy ghost a kiss
Of evidence

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  • MartinW on Oct 24, 2008

    This was a like a sledgehammer fullforce between the eyes, excellent piece.

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