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Deviant Behavior

I'm dreaming of bleeding
My hearts in receding
A darkness descending 
In chambers unending 
I just want to flippin die
It's so putrid, I could cry
Could you please tell me why
The root of my disease
Will I rise from this beating
These pieces are excreting
Or, will I wither away
Decaying and replaying
The love that you gave
Dusted poison apon my grave
Your shovel was digging
Into my soul, it was stripping
Away with your laced pain
Taking a bullet, to your domain
I survived, unscathed
Or did I,  really

Copyright © Holly Bohto | Year Posted 2016

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Darren White Date: 1/11/2017 11:52:00 PM I write my demons away too. I love how YOU do that Login to Reply

Kyle Kriticos Date: 12/19/2016 4:30:00 AM This is brilliant ! Login to Reply Holly Bohto Date: 12/19/2016 10:48:00 AM Thanks Kyle. You are a gifted writer. Thanks for reading my poem.

James Inman Date: 12/18/2016 1:48:00 PM I liked CayCay's comment about your write. Raw, intense emotion displayed in a reactive poem that creates a cringe as you read it. Very good. Login to Reply Holly Bohto Date: 12/19/2016 10:52:00 AM Thank you James. Where would we writers be without intense emotions? I don't want to find out.

CayCay Jennings Date: 12/17/2016 8:44:00 PM Holly - some might shy away wondering how to console you if this is true - but I'm just gonna focus on the poem because I don't know you. It is dramatic and a pouring of self on to paper so you can grasp it, absorb it in a poetic fashion and that, to me, makes it raw. My bet would be this has been a feeling you've lived, but do not sustain on a daily basis, and in that way, I relate to the feel, intensity and emotional outpouring so creatively reveiled ... CayCay Login to Reply Holly Bohto Date: 12/17/2016 10:12:00 PM thank you Cay Cay. I write my feelings. humanity is real. and if people shy away. it's because.. they don't want to face... their demons ..anyway...art can be dark.. we all have different circum stances. that's life... no paradise.. for every one... I just take abuse and pain and turn it into art. that's how I move on.