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As of 20-10-2014 this poem had 270 views and zero comments. I have poems with 30 views that have 3-5 comments. Everyone here is too kind to comment because this poem S***S! alone, leaving the hospital in the early light he could feel his blood pulsing as he dove deep into his conscious thought. it was like him to wallow in self pity. she was his paid companion. she would smother him as if he owned her and he did. this sunup he would have her strip him of his last rag of dignity. soaking wet in his own shame she neatly placed him in her mouth. he would gaze into the abyss of his own ineptness his shaking hands hanging on unsuccessfully. still he forcefully tears the clothes off of her non existence alone and chaotic he ran her through a series of perverse acts and cleansed his flesh and bone of all evidence of human sanity. he could feel his intricate and complex network of exposed capillaries and veins melt. his naked carcass enrobed in the stench of his own pathetic existence. all along he fed on the salt that flowed down his cheeks and found their way to his tongue. his head lowered. his shoulders bent. his pelvis indented. his legs unsteadied. what was once meant to be a man now plodded to the cadence to the progression of a soundless beat. reaching his car he turns his keys. he hears the hum of his engine as he heads for the safety of his home. what? he wonders as he hears a voice. as he hears his name once. twice and again and again he tries to ignore it but his eyes slowly open a nurse. a bed. he is trapped. he is still in hospital. what a cruel joke. he was sure. he was sure he had heard the hum of his engine.

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As of 20-10-2014 this poem had 270 views and zero comments. I have poems with 30 views that have 3-5 comments. Everyone here is too kind to comment because this poem S***S! alone, leaving the hospital in the early light he could feel his blood pulsing as he dove deep into his conscious thought. it was like him to wallow in self pity. she was his paid companion. she would smother him as if he owned her and he did. this sunup he would have her strip him of his last rag of dignity. soaking wet in his own shame she neatly placed him in her mouth. he would gaze into the abyss of his own ineptness his shaking hands hanging on unsuccessfully. still he forcefully tears the clothes off of her non existence alone and chaotic he ran her through a series of perverse acts and cleansed his flesh and bone of all evidence of human sanity. he could feel his intricate and complex network of exposed capillaries and veins melt. his naked carcass enrobed in the stench of his own pathetic existence. all along he fed on the salt that flowed down his cheeks and found their way to his tongue. his head lowered. his shoulders bent. his pelvis indented. his legs unsteadied. what was once meant to be a man now plodded to the cadence to the progression of a soundless beat. reaching his car he turns his keys. he hears the hum of his engine as he heads for the safety of his home. what? he wonders as he hears a voice. as he hears his name once. twice and again and again he tries to ignore it but his eyes slowly open a nurse. a bed. he is trapped. he is still in hospital. what a cruel joke. he was sure. he was sure he had heard the hum of his engine.