me

I worte this in prison about a very dangerous time in my life

what can you do to hurt the man who has wished for death.
what can yo do to the man who has thought of ending his own life?
what else can you do to someone like me, just a nother hopeless dopefiend?
what else can you take from the man who has nothing left to live for?
here I am just another number doing time waiting in my cell, felling like i'm stuck in hell.
sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see the streets
can you still see me?
my life is so fucked up at night looking for fools just to rough up
so tell me with a gun to your head thinking that in the next minute you'll be dead
jey do you still wanna be me?

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convictedpapa

Posted 10 Feb 2010 12:59

I thought it did since the old term for an orgasm was la petite muerte not sure on the spelling it's actually something I wrote for an old girlfriend of mine about how I loved her but was tired of all the games and bs we both put eachother rhrough

genevieve

Posted 09 Dec 2008 22:02

This is so dark. The poem is good, but doesn't fit the category of Love Poem.

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