Poem for me by Pee.
"Abysmal Depths"
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Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
Hungry ghosts roam sightless, tearing at scraps
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
Acid letters penned with venom spit
Sealed stupid with careless crimson wax
Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
Guilt overruns from a fountain steeped
In sacrificial incense, a dead man's tax
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
It will not do, this dying by degrees
The soul suffers, and sweet reason's entrapped.
Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
Phantoms linger for a return trip
To the colonnades, where shadows are black
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
The turn of your eye, the curve of your lip
Forms a siren's song for the would-be-wrecked
Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
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Dark words, grim imageries. Yet, apt is is, describing inner demons down to a tee.
We have all fallen, fallen deep, and in its very depths do we all weep.
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Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
Hungry ghosts roam sightless, tearing at scraps
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
Acid letters penned with venom spit
Sealed stupid with careless crimson wax
Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
Guilt overruns from a fountain steeped
In sacrificial incense, a dead man's tax
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
It will not do, this dying by degrees
The soul suffers, and sweet reason's entrapped.
Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
Phantoms linger for a return trip
To the colonnades, where shadows are black
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
The turn of your eye, the curve of your lip
Forms a siren's song for the would-be-wrecked
Your scuppernong skin haunts my sleep
I have fallen. I have fallen deep.
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Dark words, grim imageries. Yet, apt is is, describing inner demons down to a tee.
We have all fallen, fallen deep, and in its very depths do we all weep.
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