Thursday, October 9, 2014

Metamorphosis (old unpublished poem)


Soft heart, soft heart 

Dead heart full of worms 

Quiet heart, silent heart 

Its beat became a squirm 

Some say the soul goes astray 

If the love inside is eaten away 

Some say the soul goes astray 

If the love inside is eaten away 

Soft heart 

Soft heart 

S oft hear t 

S of t h ear t 

S of t he ar t 

S of the art 

S (ilence) of the art 

Shhhh, jason needs his rest.


—the Murderess

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