my fans are smarter than me I could tell
hopefully I am not a scientist



why am I a patsy?

I locked you into my eyes
waving a substance
such as an ectoplasm
now my body is getting cold
tearing apart all the pieces joltily
I am dying now unless it is just
a bad dream that left me with a bad taste
in my mouth
I could also regenerate through the dead rising
who knows?




Poetry by alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-11-21 at 07:41

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Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem is a great distillation. I salute your efforts
2023-11-24


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Yeah! rejuvenate and renew.
2023-11-21