Immortal Execution

December 5, 2010 at 11:26 PM (Poetry)

My soul drips out

tiny shards of loneliness

My spirit is too grand,

my body just tight flesh

Envisioning an audience,

please, watch my demise

My petty need encases me,

a barricade to my dreams

An ethereal form held back,

human nature poisoning my fate

This dirty mortal world,

how can they stand it?

To have such low standards,

the violence astounds me

And yet I find myself,

needing their approval


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