it wachd me like a oul

easypoem @
November 2, 2014

The poor old man leaked life, as the machine was thrust upon it chest,
Shadows stalked me and heads watched, as faces twisted into ugly shapes,
A call from a dog, as the bones rotted here,
Yet the soul was struck, and destroyed like yapes.

--- easypoem ---

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