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Pathological Warfare
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Depression Poems Kiss my soft lips and drink this shattered glass.
For I am a poison, ingested and sweet---
Draining and fair...
Your heart pounds, your weight 'neath your feet seems light,
As you fall down into the sweet abyss of requiem.
Ah, the sweet symphonies of the dying embers--
Once so lively, so bright...
A tulmultuous cascading warfare, swords and shields--
Men's blood smeared among the glittering metal.
Such termoil. And you lived through that,
Kissing me, brings back those memories.
The floodgates weaken their hold,
As the ocean pours out to cover the hillside with life---
Bringing death with such force---
Just as I seem to.
As the battalion raises their arms and directs fire at me,
One glance of my eyes,
They are all tainted, forever.
As their bayonets about face,
And turn on eachother.
What have I done?
