Another dark poem. About Own’s Expiration.

Slow the motion,

tourniquet’s agonize prepped and in notion.

Hell’s solutions….

cocktails receptions transplant in me sterilization.

Vitality’s of bloodlines, colorize evaporation within injections

Proceeding….. there missions to transition anti immunizations.

Lost with confusions, crown of helpless ambitions,

destruct… inside my coffins plantation.

Forming my spontaneous combustion and laying down with me the final of extinction,

all my collisions with actions of failure, my complications now drowned in medication I was born

for transformation, just so I live up to my words of premeditation,

to go through with my own self destruction.

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  • Aroosa Gloomy on Oct 27, 2011

    Wonderful

  • secretbear on Oct 28, 2011

    Kind of scary if I think about the meaning behind it.

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