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Poem "Cherry Is The Square Root Of Pie":
- published March 15, 2010
- viewed 15 times
Other poems by Josh Hay:
»A Cursed Cycle«
»A Graceful Promise, A Tragic Lie (The End Of Me)«
»Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Beholder (So They Say)«
»Bitter Revenge And Sweet Tragedy«
»Chapters Of My Life«
»Congratulations and Applause«
»Consider Me Alive«
»Destroy Thy, Destroy Thee«
»I Say Pseudo Scientific Just To Sound Smart«
»Imaginations are a Battle«
»Kings And Traitors«
»Reflections And Reality«
»Relativity of Darkness«
»Relentless Burden«
»Set it off like a trigger«
»Stygiophobia«
»The City Is Cold«
»The Concept Of Lying«
»The Missing Crown«
»The Suspense Of Waiting«
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Poem "Cherry Is The Square Root Of Pie":
- published March 15, 2010
- viewed 15 times
Other poems by Josh Hay:
»Cherry Is The Square Root Of Pie«
by Josh Hay
What have you become? Your excuses mean nothing to my ears. You dance around me, my eyes move with your feet, I cant breath. I can't stop dreaming. This demise is so surreal. Mark this day with blood on my hands. I have committed a sin. Your drowning in your silence, what happened to your smile? Your twisted lies have swallowed you whole. Take a moment to ponder on your last words, after all this, you brought this upon yourself. Find your way out. Your eyes are stapled shut. What burns the most is you lied right to my face. There is no use running now, pity won't save your soul. Make a stop, set yourself free from this haunting darkness. Fall into your grave, cover your tracks, it won't be long till your dead. With a smile on my face, I will kill your last breathe. You wont even know it till you hit the ground. Who said lies wouldn't kill a man? In the morning we will start again, with a gun in my hand, one bullet left. Panic runs through down my body. I will scream and run as your body turns pale with the rain. I will be the one to bury you alive. I smile in the face of my victimes. Grab on to disaster and live a nightmare. Hold your breathe, scream into my ears. Being righteous isn't quite enough for me. Lie in the name of my gospel. My words are relentless. You still hide between the waves. Tear out my eyes, the sight of you is so surreal.
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