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Overkill

Michael Marchese

By Michael Brandon MarchesePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Break me down to battered bones

Then stake me through my shattered heart

No wounds you could inflict are worse

Than ways I've torn myself apart

From sleeping with my restless guilt

Awoken by regret

To wasting memories away

Whilst drinking to forget

Then fragmenting my sanity

To diamond shards of pain

So come and take a stab at it

I've tried before in vain

Eviscerate my rotten guts

I've spilt them more profuse

Asphyxiate my toxic breath

I'd help you tie the noose

Bury me alive with not

But shame and solitude

Spit upon my unmarked grave

I would not deem it rude

For in this dying world I bore

The weight of all enslaved

Yet wore Grim's cloak of darkness as

I reaped the ones I craved

No angels reached my Heaven's heights

No demons breached my Hell

Both gates remained forever locked

Inside my mortal shell

Imprisoned in Pandora's box

No deities designed

No creator gods explained

The chaos of my mind

Just made me to discover how

To understate depression

With all the words I write to you

As overkill confession

surreal poetry

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