Kill My Soul
Murder Me.Kill me now.
Dump my body into the ground.
Kill my soul.
Rip out my heart.
Tear my body right apart.
I can't take this pain.
I want to scream.
Murder me to keep me sane.
Kill My Soul
Murder Me.Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
My Palace | 0 | 05/01/2011 |
Life's a game. | 0 | 05/01/2011 |
Who Am I? I am me. | 0 | 05/01/2011 |
My World | 0 | 05/01/2011 |
It's Not Your Fault | 0 | 04/18/2011 |
Just Go | 0 | 04/18/2011 |
Kill My Soul | 0 | 04/18/2011 |
Somewhere | 0 | 04/06/2011 |
That girl | 2 | 03/26/2011 |
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