1 Year Later I Do Not Breath Part 2

I Do not Breath

I do no think
Of life that mocked me

I do not think
Of elders who forgot me

I do not think
Of my depression

I do not think
Of hell on earth

I do not think at all
Anymore

I shall hang from the rafters
You can all laugh now 

I am as dead
As when I was alive
No difference at all

Bury me in that poppers grave
Beside the man of god who was the devils slave
He is in hell, and there shall I reside too
Taunting his perversions for all of eternity

angelangerangstbeautifuldeathlight verse

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Casarah Nance

February 22, 2015 at 10:17 PM

your darkness turns me on :)

Arthur Vaso

February 22, 2015 at 10:20 PM

Are you roping me in here? :) Thanks so much Cas! :) hugs xoxo

Jan Allison

February 22, 2015 at 7:32 AM

From the picture she looks a bit like death warmed up Arthur:- Is a poppers grave for rich paupers who need to get high? Seriously a deep and powerful write my friend:-) Hugs jan xx 7 xx

Kp Nunez

February 22, 2015 at 5:04 AM

Intrigued by the number of views, now I know why. Darn dark and "light" poetry has everyone in a frenzy...Awesome though for me...::D Kim

Demetrios Trifiatis

February 22, 2015 at 1:24 AM

When we reach that low point of our life then a way remains: UPWARDS! A great poem depicting the struggle in our souls, a struggle that proves the dynamism in us, this innate power that will liberate us from the chains of despair! Deep and powerful dear, Arthur! A seven!