Poems from SaturninePariah

Beyond the lines , that bar away, the confusing notions of thoughts so  grey, I see myself, standing still,  framed in a photograph,...
You want me dead, you want me gone, and I’ll be your wayward vagabond See through my scratched lenses and cry out repentance when you see...
I’ve laughed today once I saw the news on the T.V’s display of man’s   sons dying under the pretense of monetary sums. I’ve laughed today...
I was the spark in your head, the mental undead, the thoughts you repress and keep in your chest I’m the darkness; I’m the fear that you...
  As the tears fall upon my face, alone I weep in my own disgrace For the chances of life that I have let slip by, all I can do now is cry...

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