Tremble Under The Weight of Dark Secrets Told

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By Tim Pozzi

you dont know the way the taste of blood that drips off my face... from all the hate you spew you clued in too late and the faces all turned, leaving your soul with nowhere to go now we talk, this night goes slow and runs it's course without shallow replies, without useless words just eyes, and ties that bind this story with inflection hurting the masses with pretention but reasons are bare and you're looking with that stare at my intended faceless expression... eating the transcendence i throw and you'll know by the trail i leave that succumbing to darkness is all i'll ever need and you're my fucking scar

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April 3, 2008 05:25*Psychopathic Child*

i like the way this poem is written it really reaches out. fantastic job on your poetry.