Poems from Asphyxi7
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...