Poems from Asphyxi7

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A despair ridden starving writer waiting for the end of the world.
Scratch, Scratch, Scratch, over the post-wood patch Black blood spewed out into familiar shapes, Ranted recited, and recognized by the few...
Let me free and let me be The man in the river and the man in the tree They don't do much for me.   They yell and holler and chant At the...
Sick severed lipsHolding my bare hips.Like Achilles heel,The emotional appeal is severed. And though I have no brainI can't really...