Tremble Under The Weight of Dark Secrets Told, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

you dont know the way
the taste of blood
that drips off my face...
from all the hate
you spew
you clued in too late
and the faces all turned,
leaving your soul
with nowhere to go
now we talk,
this night goes slow
and runs it's course
without shallow replies,
without useless words
just eyes,
and ties
that bind this story with inflection
hurting the masses with pretention
but reasons are bare
and you're looking with that stare
at my intended
faceless expression...
eating the transcendence 
i throw
and you'll know by the trail i leave
that succumbing to darkness
is all i'll ever need
and you're my fucking scar
Posted: 2007-04-02 15:23:25 UTC

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2008-04-03 05:25:07*Psychopathic Child*
i like the way this poem is written it really reaches out. fantastic job on your poetry.