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Suicide Machine: Surreal Poems William Moss
Suicide Machine: Surreal Poems
William Moss
Lye down upon burnt black pasturesOf blossoming red flowers of fresh cut roses and yellow tulipsThat last no more than a life's hour I tried to keep laughing with themAt myself, and join em'But my throat and mind became dryOnly then, I knew my escape would be suicideDon't slit wrists around vampiresThey'll suck flesh to boneOr leave hair torn and without a combWhile organs and muscles become a new empire of stoneI was going to commit suicide because of themBecause of himBecause of herBecause of meBut now that I can seeWhat I have seenI have realizedLife is too grand to ruinOver my whims of them.
| Mídia | Livros Paperback Book (Livro de capa flexível e brochura) |
| Lançado | 20 de agosto de 2002 |
| ISBN13 | 9781403319852 |
| Editoras | AuthorHouse |
| Páginas | 168 |
| Dimensões | 149 × 11 × 230 mm · 254 g |
| Idioma | Inglês |