Let Me Scum
Under a wallflower thumb
Impelled to destruction
do not ask:HOW COME??
Infested Hand
Decaying thought
Worthless Bastard
Descends to rot
There are no Lovers in my Eye
Why should I live,when perhaps,I SHOULD DIE
Scum of the Yesteryear Story
Unable to Laugh or regain Youthful glory
Parents did love me
The peers,laughingly taunt
Dead between the jock strap
The Outer Life I tried to want
Beacon's Glow
but Myself is lost for worse
There is no Shine from Up divine
Read between the lines
an epitaph and a curse
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006
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