poemranker ::Too Dead to Live by DeadtotheWorld

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Free verse № 48666

Too Dead to Live

Member since 2003 · Posted 6 May 2003 · 3 comments

Lovely blisters on your fingertips Defining morals is my innocence I have nothing to gain or lose my life is lost and now I choose to take the pain and the suf-fer-ring twisted dimension is a simple thang you cannot see me Yet, I can see you My life is meaningless Because it's black and blue yes I know the truth, It hurts, Vomitting blood in dispensful splurts Maniacs raging all over towns the clowns no longer have their frowns the end is near the end is here Now your life is dead, your life is nothing

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[0] razorgrin 7-May-03/3:15 PM Reply
"suf-fer-ring"? What the suffer-fuck? Great title, though. Almost, but not quite as good as Motorhead's classic "Killed by Death". However, sir, Lemmy, you are not.0.
[5] horus8 7-May-03/4:54 PM Reply
Pederasty, pure and simple. Yes, die.
[5] Felzpoet 24-May-03/6:05 PM Reply
I thought it was good
My life means nothin to me sometimes too