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Submitted by JT Vash on 8 February 2010 - 5:58pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
I would Finish any flagon
I would drain most any draught
If its contents made it easier
but sadly they do not
I would mix up any tonic
I would drink up any brew
I would take all pills or potions
So that I may be cured of you
You are poison deep inside me
coarsing slowly through my heart
you are sickness, you are virus
you have torn my soul apart.
So a poison for a poison
Drink it down and drink it quick
let them battle deep inside me
let them punch, and let them kick
As my body is the battleground
the dirt and blood will blend
cries of fury, and of sadness
clash together, in my end.
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Please do not critique mechanics. The inconsistencies in style are intentional, or correcting them is not important to me.
Let me know if this creates a picture in your mind. Imagery is important to me.
JT
Pefect rhyme and rythmn in this write. You have a lot of potential young man.
Chrys