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Hubert Cumberdale
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Agonize' Verse

A year or 4 ago (time sometimes soars, no?)
My life became bored so I picked up on Morse code
More so as a hobby but lord knows my sore throat
Was often foreboding with a few words or more spoke
Till it was more of a lifestyle, less of a poor joke

Im well aware that it’s practically nerdish
And I started off slow only scratchin’ the surface
but practice makes perfect
and I was assured that my practice was worth it
see, im a tactical person if a bit scattered and nervous
so I was sure that this would have some practical purpose
If I ever was the victim of some tragic occurrence

This was all before the accident happened
It was fast like a flash, the crash and the clashin’
Of metal on metal, the glass and the snappin’
Of bones that exposed through the skin left in fractions

It seemed like that was lighting fast
Now I can’t say what time has passed
But I’m entrapped within a body that declines to act
Despite the fact I have a mind intact
The signals won’t bypass the gap created when my spine collapsed

Some day’s family will fill my new home
Two tone flowers on my headboard laid there like it was a tomb stone
The doctors say I’m not responsive
They don’t have a clue though
As to why my blue cold eyes repeat a pattern as they move slow

Now my Morse code hobby will be
All I ever have to fill these
Days inside my fleshy grave where I still hear and still see
And until death takes my breath away my eyes move side to side to say
Kill me
Kill me
Kill me

Last edited by Hubert Cumberdale; 11-09-2013 at 03:20 PM.
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Agonize' Verse

A year or 4 ago (time sometimes soars, no?)
My life became bored so I picked up on Morse code
More so as a hobby but lord knows my sore throat
Was often foreboding with a few words or more spoke
Till it was more of a lifestyle, less of a poor joke

Im well aware that it’s practically nerdish
And I started off slow only scratchin’ the surface
but practice makes perfect
and I was assured that my practice was worth it
see, im a tactical person if a bit scattered and nervous
so I was sure that this would have some practical purpose
If I ever was the victim of some tragic occurrence

This was all before the accident happened
It was fast like a flash, the crash and the clashin’
Of metal on metal, the glass and the snappin’
Of bones that exposed through the skin left in fractions

It seemed like that was lighting fast
Now I can’t say what time has passed
But I’m entrapped within a body that declines to act
Despite the fact I have a mind intact
The signals won’t bypass the gap created when my spine collapsed

Some day’s family will fill my new home
Two tone flowers on my headboard laid there like it was a tomb stone
The doctors say I’m not responsive
They don’t have a clue though
As to why my blue cold eyes repeat a pattern as they move slow

Now my Morse code hobby will be
All I ever have to fill these
Days inside my fleshy grave where I still hear and still see
And until death takes my breath away my eyes move side to side to say
Kill me
Kill me
Kill me

Last edited by Hubert Cumberdale; 11-09-2013 at 03:20 PM.