bite your lip or i'll have to
-
numbed forever more
drown
in my blood
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an exponential growth in my throat
i guess i never learned
how to escape quicksand
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feeble again
does anything ever change
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forever afraid
of dreaming alone
silence overwhelms
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pulsations radiating throughout my being
the aching heat, unrelenting
answering the void's lonesome song
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blurred droplets on once-dead wood
valued by connoiseurs from what i gather
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too many walls around here
too many moats and battlements
guess mine were all for show
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eyes closed
forever
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always the same words
when will you stop
why must you always
and the images too
why won't you stop
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
duskened eyelids when the light shifts
in the orchard
in the valley
through the jagged peak's ascent
everchanging
how many years since the last bead
an attempt was made all bore the mark
distant shores may save us yet
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
running away forward trampling
forget to cry again finally
worried about worries and yet
another attempt rightful need
i've always felt the urge to climb
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:09 PM UTC
wooden clockwork silent lands
the lash and leash, broken whip
millennia of tired screams
works left unfinished now undone
moss claims back its lost kingdom
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
splintered at the core, its bones scraping together
hoisting its dying frame, a final cry against the void
chanting and moaning, the screeching numbed, the hate forgot
then the painful halt, the silent fall
the soil forever branded by its corpse
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
running back to an unknown place
a newer home of marble and dust
power back in the broken lights
x
fiery iris, bones boiling
tears of ink
blood on those streets
but the stillness in the air has stood
and will
though the winds might blow
once more
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
to come undone at the first touch
to melt under your gaze
to die a more poetic death
to be alive at last
or so i hope
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
a fortunate day for the soul
a new sun in the gut
five birds taking flight
in the morning sky
a whisper and a sigh
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
and yet the dust will come once more
gilded shadows on the paths, an unknown resonance
a boiling rash on its bulbous flesh, memories of memories
deafened again by the throes of yore
the unknown its sole prospect
another step, despite it all
these wings shall yet come out
and finally, the winds
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC
coma in any other form
ordeal imposed on those who never asked
trials to forget but how could you
unforeseen thoughts one shouldn't divulge
and how could i
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC