Volume of Morbidity


©2017 DAMSteelman


There’s a volume of morbidity

It flows at the damnest times

I’ll be sitting somehow, somewhere

And then I’ll see the line

My brain; it dares my soul

“Cross it! Cross it! Cross it!”

“No!” I shout and plead

And clench my tired fists


Maybe that’s why I like

To be alone so much

I never truly know

When I’ll suddenly lose touch

©2017 DAM Steelman

Author: D. A. M. Steelman

I could get through life just fine quoting heavy metal lyrics.

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