Gutted Poems - Poems about Gutted

you keep poking and prodding at me with thorns, prick, prick, prick! and its only left a stinging, certain tingling in my body, one that has been replaced with dread. you had gutted me through and through leaving nothing more than a pile of cold sharp rocks, to replace the beautiful life i once had -- to remind me of the torture you...

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Blood on the street and blood in the drains, Lifeless bodies laying ‘bout the dead end street, Strange odour coming from the corpses crib. Unpleasant scene of the awful truth, The bloodshot eyes and the twisted youth, Scent of burnt skin, foul and stench, Then the crackling sound of ones burnt flesh. What is the reason for the killer to commit? For the...

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Gutted. Absolutely gutted. I know fairytale from truth I know not all in life has a happily ever after I know not everything works out I know all of this I never knew it could happen to me I never knew I could be left gutted I never thought I'd be left standing in the cold rain What happens when your...

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Disembowelled Mackerel sky blue and light blue strips perhaps it was the zebra of the sea swimming away in haste ...

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I am a fish out of water, Hanging with my mouth open wide. Eyes hardly seeing, Swishing to and fro, Waiting to be gutted, on this open boat....

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stabbing? not enough! you had to finish the job you left me: gutted...

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I am not that person I was not that person I may never be that person for that person is me unfree hiding inside an old gutted-out tree trunk...

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