Bloody Contempt’s aspiration <br />Does as no feeding of a breed <br />To bleed oneself, to and from <br />The weary lives and lies of breathing <br />Oh, and of the brass shine, <br />Those remain with this corset past <br />With pointless assonance like fire <br />And you’re whole without a mass <br />All knowing Burn is my slow seam <br />And split your ivory into the skinned leaves <br />To cover us charred as a collection <br />Of memories from the weeping trees <br />So come forth Quantities of me, <br />Residual and of my dead degrees <br />As we in Cacophony’s world <br />Have within our descendents breezed<br /><br />Jon Doe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/assonance-breathes/
