ME

Frank V.
ME

It's all about me.

Mind screwed up

Twisted thoughts

Down a drain.

Sometimes insane.

Contemplate life

Meditate

Focus

Yeah right

There's no way.

F*cking impossible.

The child won't die

He continues to live.

Hanging on me

Feeding off me

I WILL drown you

You little f*ck.

Watch your legs kick

And your arms flail

Under the weight of my heavy heart.

Over her dead bloated body

We celebrate

Dance to the rhythms

Of her blood filled coughs.

She knew

They knew

Left in the dark.

I hate them all.

Shotgun will fix it.

Bloody baptism

Of all god's children.

The whole clan will burn

They sacrificed her

For their own shame

Let her wither

To kill their pain.

On this beach again

Still puffing that Marlboro

Whiskey in hand

Fist full of sorrow.

A new dawn is coming

A son awaits her arrival.

He will wait for eternity

At this very spot

With that shotgun in hand

And a poisoned black heart.

Published by Frank V.

I'm an extremely cynical person and I found that writing is great for ranting. So here I am! I like to be funny too, sometimes.  View profile

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  • TerraH1/19/2009

    WOW! Very expressive GREAT!!

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