Eccentrix Poems

Killer. You, of death Destroyed How happy are you now? Falling from a cliff to up stuck to catch a rope and now your fingers are bleeding Boo. Fie on you true fighters don’t hide. They fight! And you, slippery snake of snide remark she who hides but hates the dark and lives in it. Like a mute lion or a plain tiger. Stab yourself, until it pours out. Blue blood, invisible to the human eye because you are not. Weak, I don’t care why. You’re good for nothing but breaking, and does it feel better? Beat and bruise yourself the bully that pities it’s victim. Pities itself. And anger is brewing fires are spreading Mirrors shattering Static rising! blood running!! knife shining!!! BREAK, BREAK, BREAK! Why don’t you break?! Why don’t you die? Why can’t you let us go. We’re hurting, just as much as you you know us voices break with age, hunger, thirst. We die, and we fade Why can’t you. Let us give i...