he apologized
for everythingthe late nights
his drunken rages
numerous girls
the snores
and the sores
from all the beatings
I raised the knife
to erase the pains
he woke up screaming.
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
for everythingthe late nights
his drunken rages
numerous girls
the snores
and the sores
from all the beatings
I raised the knife
to erase the pains
he woke up screaming.