No one gives a damn,
perhaps there's those forgotten be damned still left.
Splash the blood on the doors,
will the holy angels see me then, more than just a bore?
A penny for your thoughts, you say,
but no one wants my thoughts be bought,
when free is how they can see a crack in the mind of the damned botched.
Just a rant, a pathetic rant,
of meaning lost in the life I lost,
transparent,
delinquent,
invisible,
fable
twisted,
faded,
lead
is all that's left for me.
Death.
See my form shrinking,
waves sinking,
into nothing.
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No one Gives a Damn
PoetryPoems I have written about feelings and things no one probably gives a damn about. I'm on Facebook as The Writer. (Nevermind, no one gives a damn anyway)
