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Reflections of the Living Dead (Other) by SomeKindofPoet
Two tired eyes that fail to sleep,
Two crying eyes that fail to weep,
Two bloodshot eyes that fail to see
The worthless lies you sang to me.
And here Iâm mourned in sad lament
For all the days âtwere wasted spent
On fools and jobs and worthless things
Like pearl balls and diamond rings.
To me is sung the funeral song
For such a life which died so long ago.
Perhaps one day youâll learn and see
That all you ever did to me
Was lead me to a life I hate
Where now Iâve died a reprobate,
Loving that Iâve hated still
While laid to rest upon the hill
Where wasted lives are littered there
Under headstones worn coarse and bare.
Perhaps one day Iâll rise from death
And breathe again that precious breath
That fills these bags of flesh and blood
With life and love and all that should
Have been the thing to drive this brain
Before it thought that it could change
Into a beast to never die
No matter how youâd ever try
To hurt it, beat it, leave it dead
By all the piercing things you said.
But here I lay, the living dead,
Blood pumping, still, into my head,
Where thoughts and hopes and all my dreams
Remain entrapped behind my seams.
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Weighted score: 4.5629225
Overall Rank: 12658
Posted: May 19, 2004 5:18 PM PDT; Last modified: May 19, 2004 5:18 PM PDT
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P.S. I like the way you start your sentences with "Again, ". Your mouth is a bountiful harvest for plum-lovers worldwide.