Poetry Murder Mind
By VocoKool
Until I have played my last passion scream In the heads of my readers Will I stop this life of crazed, dazed, rock world ways? Never breaking the offensive slap Spinning and dancing like a insane jester on speed Playing the rythmic prowl solid and inflexible Making the movement Toil them to the marrow Grind them through the stone Ritual suicide fantasies Crying for forgiveness And then what? Do I let them in? Softly without a word? Not likely. Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 10:23 AM PST 10 • 0
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"Until I have played my last passion scream..."