Breathing in the mud

by Espoirfailed   Jan 22, 2007


I'm face down in this puddle
A puddle of my own blood
I'm lying on the field
I'm breathing in the mud.

I bathe in my lunacy
Reverted to my old ways
Love's a mere fallacy
One that makes you pay.

Hunted down by my old disease,
One I hold in reverence.
Contemplated suicides
Hold nearly no relevance.

Broken perfect love
Lays dead on the floor
A symbol of what cannot live
And is dead forever more.

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  • 17 years ago

    by KaKaSHi

    U know...it has a very interesting flow....seriously
    dont know if its intentional...but its flow is paradoxical to the content of the poem..
    almost a kid like song flow with deep depressing sad lyrics
    very good work...i loved it...5/5 from me =D

  • 17 years ago

    by Half0Empty

    Wow, i really like this

  • 17 years ago

    by Victoria O

    I really like this poem. keep up the good work.

  • 17 years ago

    by TheWorldFellNUWerentThere

    5/5. Another amazing poem. You write amazing dark poems! keep them up!

  • 17 years ago

    by Solus

    Very good.....

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