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Scanning for a clean section of flesh between the scars,
The muscles wake and plunge the cold steel downwards.
Here I stand above the reservoir.
My tired eyes are starting to lose colour,
My skin no longer flaunts the health I used to have.
Here I stand above the reservoir,
My Anguish and distress trickles out of me,
down below into the water, poisoned.
It stains each mouth and takes over each heart,
The unsuspecting people take a piece of my pain.
Here I stand above their life source.
My work here is done, All my seeds have been planted.
I can pass away.
*****
Hmmm...
I love dark poetry. I love writing it even more.
Scanning for a clean section of flesh between the scars,
The muscles wake and plunge the cold steel downwards.
Here I stand above the reservoir.
My tired eyes are starting to lose colour,
My skin no longer flaunts the health I used to have.
Here I stand above the reservoir,
My Anguish and distress trickles out of me,
down below into the water, poisoned.
It stains each mouth and takes over each heart,
The unsuspecting people take a piece of my pain.
Here I stand above their life source.
My work here is done, All my seeds have been planted.
I can pass away.
*****
Hmmm...