Tim B Poet Rhyme

Spit Blood

This bloody sequel shall have no equal
Death becomes you,  so seek spirit to quell
Uneasy sensations as hell around you burns
Beaten bloody to afterlife's eerie pitched mourns
Morning comes and there is no body
It's over I guess and I feel quite blessed
You spit red quite well and you confessed
To the daggers you stuck in my back
Spitting blood, you now fade to black
Morning comes and there is nobody.

The dawn is red, I tried to talk you out of it
Words failed me, you won and I got out of it
Cursed my luck and my name and forgot me
But now you are forgotten beneath the tree
Life is sweet, please do not misinterpret this
Vile and villainous verbal eviction as veritas.

The dawn is red.


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Sequel to 'Suck Blood'

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Kirby Magee-Dittberner December 6, 2011 at 8:06 PM I have a general conception of what your poem is about, but your poetry, like mine, is open to interpretation. Nevertheless, I can really get into the worlds you create and inject my own meaning. I enjoyed this poem very much.   -KMD

Poet Destroyer A November 28, 2011 at 8:25 PM okay.. wait a minute i read the other one.. that is why... i clicked on this one.. now i know why they both had blood... a very deep one Tim....Enjoyed;-) thank you for sharing your wonderful story.. sorry i read it all wrong... Have yourself a good night,.. always,..p.d.

Poet Destroyer A November 28, 2011 at 8:24 PM wow... now let me go read your sequel...p.d.