The poison in my
blood that keeps me alive will
be the death of me.
by Scooj
The poison in my
blood that keeps me alive will
be the death of me.
by Scooj
I don’t remember
what you look like; memory
fades with passing tides.
by Scooj
‘Everybody is
welcome’ the sign says, but I’m
not quite ready yet.
by Scooj
With your passing, our
lives will feel impoverished;
blue skies turned to grey.
by Scooj
Stinking death and rot,
by association you
haven’t got a chance
by Scooj
Anniversary
of a birth and death today;
celebrate and mourn.
by Scooj
Three ladies in black;
has the Summer come to this?
or did someone die?
By Scooj