Ripped Apart Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Ripped Apart



So you love the reaper
His wake of psychotic women
Bunkers and guards
The deal with darkness
Are you awake all night?
Your death mask
All the blood
All the children
Hear the wings whisper
Legions in your dark eyes
Time for your hole
The people rip you apart

Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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