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Gelatin valleys content in nostalgia It's eating the villagers alive Those far off dark nights And mild air on the cheeks Corrode The castle I built here Gears turning left and right to the beat of an elevator dirge No tie, but the hypothetical one Choking It may be homicide When the gasoline that fueled This futile quest Was exchanged for the cheaper Harder to get Better for you Oxygen The dolls I set at the table Pecked out their own eyes And sit there, waiting For the signal To live |
you know there's something in the disjointedness(not sure if that's a word but i like to coin my own phrases) of this that gives it a good quality. The dolls I set at the table Pecked out their own eyes And sit there, waiting For the signal To live people use the "doll" thing alot, never heard that one. from this poem you have a unique voice. i say it's good for that. originality get's many stars from me. so her it is many stars *********************** *********************** *********************** *********************** ENJOY and thank you for the write. | Posted on 2008-12-15 00:00:00 | by Skillessbasterd | [ Reply to This ] | |