Poems from dj.portner

I want to write, but the words never come. All blockish sludge and festered matter-- This makes me less tattered? Clogging the mind was...
All blockish sludge and festered matter-- This makes me less tattered? Clogging the mind was never my intention, Yet the words slick out...
Death patiently awaits, cloak spread wide-- Wider than jaws To swallow me whole. Bedsheets wrinkle under my claws, Tattered feathers litter...
Snow is slowly falling, the night is gently calling, Molten gold twists a silken web, How, for the spiders must already be dead. Icy tears...
A lonely cry, A teary goodbye Such faded talents rot along savage wire, Peeling plaster, cracked tile, a house in retire. Oh, how this day...

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