I heard many things in hell- cut up poetry-

I did this for a class a while ago, It's just a bunch of other poetry linked together. I don't know what they are from, the teacher just gave us a packet of poems.

I heard many things in hell
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
Wearing the same red heart my soul picked up hitchhiking
Now here we are
Lost as I was
I was to die
A demon in my view
It passed my flying by
Never smiles guffaws or frowns
Another pair of hollow shadows
Alone in togetherness
Trying to build dreams
Passionless limbs that drape over my bed
While dried blood red casting shadows
Draw me from the abyss
And we wonder why the roses are dying
We need to wash a way the pain
instead of each other
It’s what he said, there
But it’s all Greek to me
Back to square one
Blood and smiles with hell in a hand basket
Make me smile
Just bite the bullet
Turn a blind eye
Blood is thicker than water
Flesh and blood
Undead yet dying
It’s intoxicating
That’s what he was now
He was never to return
Devouring his flesh
With my sorrow
With clinks of metal
He’s just a doll with a pulse vacancy
And he gave himself to my fangs
I the devils advocate
Saw true death, pain, sorrow
In its autumn tint of gold
Plucked of light, stained in ears and blood
Like me
This is not how it goes
Not right, no
So am I mad?
Thinking like this is so
In a lethargic state of impotence
I fade away
Like a plague
Who has found its prey
My inner life unsheathed escapes
In his arms
We were both lost
Even poetic vows clichéd
Into nothingness
Like all words do
Blazes now to immerse me in
Pins and needles
And we allowed our bodies to become
Nothing
Just porcelain dolls
Never ending milk legs all stapled to the bed
One last jewel of hope left the building.

The End

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