Murder was the only way
A tortured soul began
Misconceptions had their day
When fearfully, she ran
The murder was that of her heart
Her tortured soul: denial
Her life is something that imitates art
Her confidence: a downwards spiral
They say everything in general
but 'general' drilled to her bone
They say their shit in general
but 'general's' not when you're alone
Can ignorance truly be bliss?
Our lack of knowledge be okay?
Can a kiss be more than a kiss?
When we've got such bullshit to say?
Anger replaced her confidence,
her loneliness and fear
Her 'tortured soul' splattered a picket fence
'Murder' hung lamely in the air.
Underneath the entry, I'd noted down a few things 1) "I think it sucks now that I've read it a few times." and 2) The poem was regarding a racist graffiti image in a school washroom. Anyway... I'll likely be adding a few more.
sleep.in.ideas.
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