by Liar
dead-on images, ringing accusations - hits close to home - very well done
damn hard hit and swaying pause to make sure to keep this fresh in mind hoping to keep it down into a roach motel, the kind that kills the evil eggs and prevents more breeding... and not get to the point of holocaust :)
This poem pulls no punches. Blah blah blah, we've all heard it before, but Liar makes it sting. Great work.
..if i'm not mistaken you're from the uk? they never seem to mince words!
nice read liar, ty!
You capture that mood so well. Good stuff.
I know how this feels. I wrote a poem about it once, too. It's poisonous. You've captured it perfectly and it's powerful.
Don't worry,
you can always fall back
into a pool of crapola,
For real
Weaving a web of
Incredible phrases like:
"nemesis shadows,
betrayal blues
breakdown boredom"
In that excellent tradition for which Liar's so well known.
An amazing poem by a Master Craftsman. Every line conjures up a vivid image for the curious mind. Terrible in it's stark intensity.