Tragic Accidents
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I am on the edge
holding to my...
breath.
My movements are slow...
scattered...broken, smashed
pain throbs---
My mind is thumping...
blood, bled through me.
My body is hurt.
Brother and Sister;
So close in heart
And dear in soul.
Only a moment
Took one from the other
With no villain to hunt.
Blood flowed like a river
to the drain.
Sirens pierced
the night stillness
as my stretcher
shook
with unrelenting vibrato.
CT scans delayed
while
fountains of crimson
This my dedication to Pac.
I sizzle and pop like crack rock.
It’s like Snoop Dogg walking
Round the boondocks.
This tune pops like something
Outta an mc’s mixtape,
With drugs, alcohol, and
When does trying to taste the rainbow, lead to tasting death?
a man walks while one is burried,
holding his head up as high as his gun did...
Rushing down the black glass road
I knew she should have slowed
Zooming around the curve
She lost control
The Ballad of the Concordia
They went on that ship,
a seven day trip,
to gaze at the sights,
for all seven nights.
