Easter

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  • xdavidabramx
  • tear the petals off of you, make you tell the truth // Hole

Easter

He walks into my bedroom
at night He takes my weight away
in the form of a back-handed compliment

He kills me inside
rather, His calloused heart leaves me to die
or suffocates the weary lives inside

He doesn't wear rose-coloured glasses
He doesn't paint his god-given nails black
He puts on shades and drowns my pain
in full of bottles of whiskey and fruit juice

lashes on my back
equal lashes on my wrists
lashes on my knees
the only difference
the inflictor of the
"pain"

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WordSlinger commented on Easter

06-06-2010

This is the darkest easter poem electro throwin, you have no comments, people maybe just scared of ya, lol, ty WS

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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