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Words are the Killers

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drowning

the sun's been cast and the die
is rolling, tarnished sweet surfaces
of love strolling, 'long the rough-hewn
board-walk of life

i'm drowning

ice cream cones and laughter, friends
and the smell of healthy sunshine,
water lapping at your toes and such
perfection

i'm drowning and i can't

look at the beautiful shells and
pick some up, no one will miss them,
put them in your red plastic bucket,
no one will care

i'm drowning and i can't breathe,
please save


giggle at the guys as they walk by,
and know that you'll never make the
catch - but hey, what's to stop from
hoping?

i'm drowning and i can't breathe,
please save me from this fate,
i don't deserve


if the ice cream melts before you
can eat it, don't worry 'cause you
can just buy another; there aren't
any limits

i'm drowning and i can't breathe,
please save me from this fate,
i don't deserve to die, i don't deserve
to cry, but

words can't help me now.
the ink is revolting, the pen is
scorching my flesh, but i can't
let go 'cause i'm drowning in
falsities, i'm drowning in the
tidal waves of lies, i'm

i'm


sing because everyone will tell
you what a great singer you are,
smile and he'll tell you what a great
smile you have

don't have any worries because they
don't exist where you are right now,
don't think about life or death or love,
don't

i'm drowning. i'm drowning. i'm drowning.

truth. it's in my reach because nothing
nothing
nothing else can help me now. because
i'm slowly melting but truth is the ice
truth is the salve for my burn

only you can help me, only you can
save me, because you are truth,
i've told you and now you have to
listen

the words are killing me.
the words are the murderers.
the words - the words - the words


look, he has you in his arms

stop the words

look, his lips are pressed on yours

stop them

they're salty, like the sea, but so

you have to stop them, you have to
save me before it's too too too too
-


late. it's so late. get your friends and
come back to the hotel, and the boy
will be there tomorrow, because promises

are never kept

are always kept. it's a fact.

no facts no lies no truths no dreams
no wishes no songs no broken broken
songs no hoarse voices no sweet dares
no no no no no


yes.

the words.

this way. come this way.

the words are the m

just like that, so easy, easy like
pie, as he said before, didn't he? and
he was such a cute guy, you wouldn't
want to leave him

drowning

you wouldn't want to leave him

drowning drow

you wouldn't want to leave us

stop save lies drown truth

you can't live without us

help help help help

you know you can't, and there's
one of your precious truths.

me me me me

you can't live without the words.
you will die without your murderers.

d

and he waved goodbye, and you
giggled and your friends giggled
and you were so so so happy.
like life would always be wonderful
because, of course, it always is.
Possibly the most disturbing poem I've ever written. I know it's kind of rough and yucky and first drafty, but comments and critiques and the like are absolutely welcome.
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I'll be back with a properly formulated critique within the day . you can hide this comment when I come since I'm only placing this here as a reminder.