Tastes Like Ashes & Dry Blood

Bloody miserable

Nearly bled to death

In the downstairs bedroom.

Read pretty worlds but the signals won’t fire

Dark city.

Touch beautiful women

But the peak won’t come

Its left for the clouds.

Ménage a trois, boredom, dépression

And addiction.

Drain the life out of glass eyes

Stop eating and take to the dream world.

Nothing left here.

Nothing left.

I am a walking disease

Poison shivers, chemical twist.

Necrosis spreads to the heads

Of nearby friends

And their thoughts drizzle polluted rain.

I don’t want to hurt you


I couldn’t live with destroying you.

TJ Brown 2014


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