Dead Man Walking

Posted: January 12, 2014 in Poetry
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Womb of being
Brought forth
Through up to
the light
I am dead

Narcotic toxins
Washing out
the natural
In my blood
I am dead

Love icing over
My veins to the
Imaginary reality
& turning me toward
Beauty
But I am dead

So I change
I do not turn
My back upon
The skeletons
My will be dead

Don’t call it a come back
I’ve been dead for years

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