Decathecting
Marvelous structures of the queen.
Both hands push you away.
There was never
Cathecting.
Decathecting is easy.
You, die now.
Crawl away, disposed.
Decathected.
In your coffin.
Decathected.
Marvelous burial of the china.
The game toy, you are.
Decathected.
Depression, Failure, Fear, Hate, Idealism, Love, Poems
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#1 by fillingahole on December 28, 2010 - 8:36 pm
and your titles? are also very impressive to me.
never bored with your writing.
#2 by Carl on December 28, 2010 - 9:56 pm
Thank you so much for your kind comments. It really means the world to me.