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Death Race by nimar

nimar | February 18th, 2016 | a poem a day challenge, poetry | No Comments

black and blue stained
erase – ERASE
cut, cut, inject
paint me pink
talk, walk
shed your skin
and bleach your soul too
do you think that you’re in control?
it’s laughable when you see it
it’s the saddest thing too; the Desperation
can you see it?

they want perfection; we will give them Death

it’s race you see, it’s a prize
it’s a fucking show
for the fuck and for the love
high on the applause of a foreigner’s god

now talk, walk
follow the line
you too
or you’ll get left behind
be swallowed in by Time
unrequited and painted pink
we aim for perfection; and we aim for Death

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