Author: Watch the Witches Burn PM
More random poetry.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 133 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-24-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2549957
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troubled times and concord grapes are no medicine to my soul.
I am electric, so just shut me down and let me go.
Static lines my headboard and I'm sure that I can't breathe,
But I forever feel my heart skip a beat.
I am elastic like tombstone words that
nobody lives by,
Bruises on flawless knees and the killer that drowns you in the river,
But above all else, I swear to never let you down—
Even as I hold epilepsy like cancer in these arms
And stays as the one thing I can never quite understand,
Even as I remain wounded like pigeon wings.
There is nothing here, and
may you fear it all;
But I swear on my dear and sick stomach never to let you down.