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Propiganda stained and broken
Narcotics bullit in my skull
Misty graveyards haunt as visions
Percieving still so calm so full
Let me write my terrors open
Let me kill the innocent
Bloodshed locked beneath the door
Like the ravens picking clean my heart
Fingers twisted MANGLED crushed
Reeking night mares
Call on still
Call me from beyond the grave
Spit the dirt from out your mouth and
And scream like death combined
Sun that drips blood, scald red
Moon that cries like hell above
Candles fill empty eye sockets
Moaning with a cut out tounge
Spewing saliva mixed with blood
Branches lift up to the sky
Bruised knuckles knock down hard
Crashing plaster painted stars
On top of these dark men.

How did you write while sleeping, or am i missing something obvious?

sometimes i write while i sleep..i wake up and this really messy handwriting is there..its kinda scary but i liked this one. i always have paper by my bed so that i can write

roflmao... I do that all the time. Some times I come up with some crazy sh*t that I completely forgot about. Or sometimes it'll be something I wouldn't admit to myself unless I'm have conscious.

well its nice that everybody posted on the name of the poetry rather than the stuff itself. i am inspired

I don't know about everyone else but I can't make sense of the stuff itself

snowflake of death, what's your profile pic supposed to be? It looks like a comic of some sort by I can't figure out which one.

My avatar is a picture of Harvey Birdman Attorney at Law. It's an Adult Swim cartoon that airs Sunday nights on cartoon network. Harvey Birdman was a Hanna-Barbara cartoon.