"
Your trust mutated into biomass.
The love I fed,
now excretes viscous feces.
"I'm grateful for you"
metastasized—
into a tumor:
"Who are you?"
And the memories we made?
They diagnosed me with
cardiac sarcoma.
Every word you speak reeks
of floral ammonia.
Every vow you made turned to slough.
The tears I shed for you—
bloated
and engorged my cornea.
And whenever I hear you say,
"I need you—
don’t leave me,"
my ear erupts with otorrhea.
You punctured my neonate dermis—
injected cordial pathogens
into my veins.
Then, if that wasn’t enough,
you drugged my embryo—
with serotonin
laced with oxytocin.
And what’s worse?
You replaced the languid innocence
in my IV
with narcotics
and dopamine.
Even if I undergo a thrombectomy
to remove the clot of doubt,
you already prescribed compulsive anesthesia to my psyche,
you caroused my body while I lay in a coma,
and felt every laceration
of your metallic tongue
throughout my surgery.
Because of you,
I’m paralyzed.
The legs we once walked with—amputated.
What used to be laughter?
Now seizures.
The meals we shared?
Left me ulcerated.
Your careless, whimsical smile—
chronic diarrhea.
As long as your lies are so
contagiously potent,
it’ll remain airborne,
infecting every human I encountered,
turning them into theatrical patients.
And when my loathing undergoes neuroplasticity,
regret metamorphosed—
into dysmorphic acceptance.
But during my alexithymia,
I met my personal therapists.
They massaged my lipsync aphonia,
motivated my spasmodic myelopathy,
took a stroll with my vascular isolation,
enacted cardioversion to my liminal hope.
And for the first time in my life,
my esophagus bloomed into spring,
while my molting skin nourishes those with limbic disability.
And for every corrosive hemothorax
the rain drizzles upon me,
I find shelter in my hero’s clinic,
where they prescribe love and kindness.
But with every embrace,
the cytokine storm surges,
growing denser...
denser...
fiercer...
and fiercer...
Then one day,
I X-rayed their shadow,
examined their sentences under a microscope,
listened to their tone with a stethoscope,
and finally—
incised their skin...
I realized—
they were having ***********
with my trauma.
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:28 AM UTC
"
Don't you love me?
Yes, I do.
Don't you need me?
No, I won't
Don't you replace?
Hmm~
Maybe I do.
Hehehehe
Please don't leave me!
No, Maybe, I won't.
Let me do it!
I will do it.
Does another entice you?
Hmm~
Yes, I do.
Hehehehe
Hey mister, look at me?
Bought a leash for a dollar-
Please don't leave me.
Tug me a knot, let me close,
Let me lose-
Oh mister~
A lesser *****
A snoozy goose.
Ehe~
Oh darling~
Reeks of moose,
Sazy *****
Back from gambling?
In debt of muse,
****** me?
Child...
Your 90°obtuse
and 100% overuse.
Ehe~
Don't you love me?
Oh baby, spare me~
Don't you need me?
For a cent? Hell yeah!
Don't you replace me?
Selling an antique?
What a mime!
Please don't leave me!
Did you do the dishes?
Let me do it!
Oh please, can't even lift your pleases.
Does another entice you?
Hmm~
Whose question?
Then mister, will you let go?
Hmm~
Sigh-
Take pills at the back of my mind,
Loot every shred of roses rowing out at 50 miles,
A senile man-
Can't stand a petal's gloss,
A waning stem,
Dreaming of hymns and hems,
So know a riddle
For every smile you creep-
ring a rang
a bile of dials.
Oh mister~
Why did you love me?
Does my face resemble the corpse in your coffee?
For all I want sugar,
But the streets are deaf-
Stress pumping and dumping for relief...
Hey~
At least they let me look up...
The rat hole is warm,
They ram and cram,
Scream and cream,
Nestled in bricks,
naked as stars above
Reeks of white night,
Yet you did not shove sugar~
And let me savour it...
Bitter, fresh from the coffin,
Sweeter than any release...
So why did you let me feel love?
...
Is there any reason to love?
Just like there's no answer to why they had to die...
In the end, we feel nothing or something.
Stab, bash, earth, and shy...
None shall reach,
None shall hear.
Just be silent and receive.
One thing will always remain...
Is the fact that I brush your hair,
Tingle every smear of flair and wear,
A pair of pears,
Giggling in every inch of square and swears.
A hare and a mare,
None shall complain,
None shall compare,
Be it you or her...
I'll always care,
For I am in love and aware.
Hehehehe~
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
"
I can't speak or breathe,
My eyes set on him,
My treasured mice,
Shivering,
Nestled in fear,
An audience and a witness,
To his mother being dissected by her lover,
Transplanting every resentment from his tumor,
A cancer sprouted from disputes,
From his eyes, an eyesore,
A child, his reflection,
From his mouth, reprimanding the law and god,
to question our connection.
A family, his home, their home,
From his arms,
to embrace a married woman,
The reward for patience,
Waiting for his lover's death,
Enduring the bills and ridicule,
The sacrifice he's willing to make for her and not for us,
A trust given, manipulation he said,
From his legs,
To run past beyond,
No more hesitation,
Just run, run,
Forget every milestone, every bump,
Trample everyone who wronged you,
Because you are always right,
Said by god himself.
As the father yelled his preach his love and dedication, devotion, and sacrifice,
Bashing his bible against the sinner on her deathbed,
Unable to speak, unable to argue,
Unlike before when she stood tall,
Where she screams at us to be better,
Yelling for us to grow,
Peeling her flesh for us to improve,
Draining every drop of blood and sweat to give a future,
A smile that she and I shared,
The mask she wears and the gift I bear.
I'm sorry.
I can't speak for you,
Fight for you,
Yet you're always here for us,
Unlike us, some of us,
But not I and him,
One who hid,
One who stabbed.
I'm sorry.
I pushed you away,
I wanted to be alone,
Not like this,
What I want is for you to be happy,
But like me, you pushed away that too,
I can't gift you the world,
Yet I can gift you a petal,
For it is what I can do,
Yet you pushed away that too,
That's what I hate about you mom,
You tried to pluck the feathered heart of your son,
So I can soar,
You drilled my head of your harbinating child,
So I can be aware,
You place yourself as a wager for our future,
Yet your son wagers every doubt for your present,
In the end,
You won most,
But who's the cost?
While I won your coffin.
To you mother, I'm an angel,
So when the devil took me on a stroll,
Advertising for salvation,
You breathed your final wager.
Even if my father glee in victory,
The happiest he's ever been since your first date and marriage,
Be it peace or ease,
You placed your precious bets into me, us...
And especially your lover,
Knowing it'll be alright.
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:25 AM UTC
"
Didn’t you know,
The sun does not shine
Upon the crater of your lie?
So shout — call yourself fine,
And feel the light.
Blame yourself
For the lives lost in God’s grace.
Embrace the hail of rain,
Weeping from their tombs’ embrace.
Why do we pray,
If faith is bartered for pain?
When all the peasants’ wealth we gain
Was born from grain — and a saint’s knell.
Yet when a child’s neck greeted inferno’s scythe,
My mother knelt at the altar,
Salvaging every scrap of the eucharistic,
Licking the floor from every spill of your chalice —
A myriad of hymns and prayers,
For one wish:
To save a future sinner.
For us, my Lord,
You are now my mother’s husband,
My father.
The one who was meant to bear the love,
The concrete in the corridor
Between duty and care,
Now a widower wed in limbo.
So why have I forsaken thee?
Striking a gavel against your halo’d throne —
A son of man once devoted to heaven,
Now a pilgrim,
Wandering between hell and above,
Wondering what sights you see
At your solemn throne.
For how much I weep and mourn,
Your everlasting light is no warmer than my mother’s corpse,
No god’s embrace more lovable than my mother’s severed limbs,
No heaven’s trumpets so soothing as her ghastly wails,
No endless feast more savory than the maggots feasting on her flesh,
And no paradise more beautiful than my mother’s coffin.
For your promises, we wholeheartedly believe,
Patiently waiting,
For one day, for us to receive.
Until then I shall slumber,
Nestled between her arms,
Toying with her hair like an infant reaching for the stars,
Only to realize,
When the lullabies dimmed and ebbed,
Back to the cosmos,
Returning to stardust,
To the creator’s nursery.
Only then do I realize,
The only gift and love I had,
Now gone.
Sadness in me condensed into a blackened hole,
Roaring anguish surged like a comet,
Ready to obliterate your church,
And yet I do not blame thee.
Even if the flies buzz and tempt to desiccate your halls with blood and gore,
I shall not stab the back of the one who sculpted life,
The one who blessed me with my mother,
Whose gospels circulate within my veins.
Throughout my life, I’ve learned to be grateful.
From her love and care, I’ve felt yours.
No matter how wealthy I’ve been with sin,
Your forgiveness is richer than every man dreamed of obtaining.
For you who taught us to feel,
Now I gaze upon you with my empty eyes.
I can feel your sadness,
But cannot fathom your sorrow.
And yet I ask you once more:
Can you accept our hatred…
As forgiveness?
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:23 AM UTC
"
You think the rich are born?
Well so did I,
They're nice, polite,
Wouldn't dare commit a crime.
They say their gossip has horns...
Stop!
He glared at my eye,
That's tight and impolite,
Don't fuse, don't fight,
Cause it's night, turn right,
So savour your tie.
In the alley, where the gospel formed,
They bet their eye,
Sincere, armed, and sly,
A cat, A rat,
One is bored,
Rest are lied,
Don't pry, be silent, and deny.
Wake up!
A clock, a pop-up,
Find a cup, pick it up!
Dare the angel pug,
Don't pry, don't deny,
Look up, turn right, did I read it right?
This, a lie?
Tell me it's a setup,
Don't kneel, stand up,
Run and deny,
Deny her last message,
A makeup ad, let's break up.
Run, be fast, be quick,
Don't loosen your tie,
Just lie and deny,
Why? Don't cry, be sly,
Said the guy wearing an apple pie,
Open wide,
Say ah and aye,
Don't hide, don't fly, don't flinch,
It's their wry advice.
Sigh, there's the door,
Should I knock or nock?
My arms nick and tack,
Head tick and tock,
Shut up! Just kick it
Honey!
Get down, head in tow, and now.
Why? I said, tired and vie,
Darling, comply, deny, and just wag,
Sigh, don't look at me,
Look at this,
Poise and posed she waged her pouch, porch, Porsche,
Nose up high, knees as wide.
Where? I can't deny, I sighed,
Still tightening my tie,
She slouche, smile drier than rye,
Then preached an apple pie in denial in disguise,
Said to me there's bread in dread,
Lies I said,
Ring and tingle he giggles
pulled out a pension worth a mansion,
Felt the tension, legs in motion,
Forget emotion, drench me in bed and sensation,
Your ring is cheaper than his lips and spotless hips.
No, I won't-
What won't?
She yelled annoyed, spoiled, and soiled,
Get out!
She shouts, swaying her pouch,
Tossed a bill and pouts,
Why? In knees and sneezes,
Poise and poised,
She patted her back,
For being polite, sly, and investing in a batter bigger better and bigger snack,
Then the door is slammed and shocked,
Can't stand my stench,
It stank and jank.
Surprised, perplexed, suppressed,
Deny, be sly, always say ah and aye,
Sniffle then quible,
Wobble, stay noble, don't rample,
Turn right, it's night, tie so tight,
Turn left, see theft neck so deaf,
Then bumped on a jumbled wall,
Smeared it with fear and jeer,
In tears I tear, no ear, stiff to bear a veer,
Then said the wall,
Don't cry, don't pry,
Never take off your tie,
It's our sincerest advice and attire.
Look up, don't gulp, be a pup,
Greed is their creed,
In need is their feed,
Presitiege is their deed,
Don't lead, don't read,
Proceed, acced, and exceed,
The apple pie, sleek and sluite,
Towering as I shiver and cowering,
He patted a pension on my back,
Bartered to ear, and said,
Your wife is beautiful, caring, and polite...
Don't you agree?
Yes, of course, I wholeheartedly agree.
Good.
Then let me fix your tie, it's loose...
Yes sir!
Good.
See you tomorrow.
He left, and asked,
Be deaf, be bent.
Be the best, forget rest, don't test.
Free bills for my remaining gills.
Don't forget to smile and say thank you.
"
Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:21 AM UTC
"
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Eyes twined yet hollow,
Bulging thoughts still narrow—
Confess, and show me your devotion.
Years of closeness,
A motionless emotion.
My heart was always yours,
Your doors looping for hours.
And as your soldier,
I’d hold the line—
but today is the last time.
Hearts knotted in our lips,
Words sandwiched between doubt.
Speechless, spineless,
Time running out.
Say my name—
Ooooooh~
Oh hear me now.
See that guy?
What’s on my palm?
Your ring~
Don’t hiss — it’s his —
unless you confess to me now.
So say my name,
Ooooooh~
Turn the tide, don’t bide,
I don’t bite~
I’m right here—don’t hide.
We were born side by side.
My first words were I love you,
Latched to your style—
Romantic, yet internal,
Still a child. Don’t lie.
Don’t cast me aside.
It’s crowded outside.
Let me in—
let me be your pride,
your one and only bride.
So please…
say my name,
Ooooooh~
You honored me in friendship,
but I wanted to soar as your flagship.
Don’t let it slip.
Get a grip, zip it—
let me bombard you with worship.
Let me conquer the great wall of fears,
buzzing close to heart and ear,
so one day you shall declare
that the ship has sailed—
Ooooooh~
But when I leaned in for a kiss,
you dissed.
I teased, smiling witty wryly,
satisfied with your blush.
My heartbeat rushed, hushed—
yours explored and snored.
“Heh,” I said,
“Fine… let’s see how long
you can ignore.”
Ooooooh~
Raised a chessboard,
Sketch a champion,
crowned pawns—
the white queen without her king.
You, a king whose queen was captured,
tortured by your yawns.
Can't sadle your silence—
it stinks.
Boohoohooo~
My tail is reserved,
Must be preserved,
but for the sake of you and me,
I’ll wag it everywhere.
Schemed an affair—
I’m afraid.
Look how they sullied my hair.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
So unfair—when will you be aware?
Ooooooh~
Days pass—
Fiddles her lonesome chair.
The halls we slid through grow slimmer.
No one to slither your shimmer.
The glee in your eyes grows dimmer,
missing my giggle,
my jingle,
Her name—
Ooooooh~
Your sly heart sighs.
Serves you right~ ehehhehe~
Still, I’m here for you. Don’t cry—
just whail my name,
Ooooooh~
Beneath our cherished cherry blossom,
boys drooling at my pear and *****
sigh
I’ve missed you.
Chords too fertile, not feral.
Where art thou, prince,
when your princess is nearly kissed and minced
by lips so chintz and quince?
My body twitches, fibers wince.
I dreamed of our wedding—
yet your pudding is budding
to a man she shouldn’t…
Men so poised
yell praise and prose.
I missed your silence—
your prudent tongue,
your loose scent,
reeking of shoes yet brimming with roses.
Their shoulders stale as *****
yours meek and slick,
frail as your excuses.
Sideling your stringless muse—
Just say you love me.
I accept you already,
Ooooooh~
Tomorrow crawls.
My pulse throbs.
Lies grow numb.
I tremble without your strum.
Fidgeting—
confronted by her name.
Aaahhhhhh!
Your face—
the testimony of my shame.
Ooooooh~
So baby, don’t be lazy—
run, run, run.
Distance is just the sum.
Run—sun scorching her thrum.
Run—time choking my chum.
Run—the moon smothering my girl in glum.
No, no, no—
another is about to vow.
No, no, no—
my blood ebbs to yours so slow.
No, no, no—
don’t show your love to a foe—
Noooooooooo~
Oooooooooh~
All my life, I’ve been a stow.
They displayed my emotion,
furrowed and furlough.
Yet you glued onto me
even when I stooped so low.
Still clutching your thumb,
kneading your hair—
soft as nestling hares.
My home was fragrant with dust and plum,
a scent etched from the girl I yearned to hum.
Mind so dense—
I wrote you poems about fences and friends
while you waited for your lover,
bedridden in suspense.
I’m sorry.
I do love you.
But I cannot undo—
Ooooooh~
I don’t deserve you.
But let me nap in your lap,
yapping and larping
about love and snugs.
When I was bruised and pussed,
you were there—
self-assured, overused.
But where was I
when you were starving?
Stargazing, grazing, encasing—
a fool.
Ooooooh~
Will you forgive me?
A dud so handsome,
face cumbersome.
Will you accept me?
A stool so cool,
charming and alarming.
I’m six inches short, stupid—
booted, muted—
yet please shoot me, Cupid.
Let me be hers.
This is no rehearse.
No time for the universe
to reverse.
Give me strength
to embrace you—
forevermore,
Ooooooh~
Huff and puff—
my knees so heavy.
Here I stand,
between now and tommorow.
Throat dry,
Coughing to deny—
yet thirsty
seeing your girl so flirty
To a man whose lips so janky.
Donned your bond,
hoisting your vow—
pledge with head in tow.
Now let your name flow,
blow out your woe—
Oooooooh~
Hear ye, siren—
as captain and tyrant,
I toast you a shanty.
Blues and dues,
truth is:
I wronged you
more than you know…
But still—
will you be mine?
I steered my eyes,
braced for answers—
weary, dreary,
silence eerie—
Until her voice—
a jolt.
“Oh, I know~” she pouts.
“Yes, I know…” saw her-
Still smug and cheeky.
Can't force a smile,
Her light too bright
to bask in.
I did not adore her right—
yet still I chant her name,
Ooooooh~
Finally, my man
loses his knighted folly.
I slid beside my pawn
to tease my king.
Jolly to see him jelly—
looped the rook,
watched him squabble.
Dancing in spree and glee—
Checkmate.
Can you see?
He growled, scoured,
grasping doubt.
Whimpered in sully—
tears while my pawn cheers.
Angsty.
Forgive me.
Be wary—
and worry.
Ooooooh~
Fun is done.
Set the sun.
Tossed the piece aside.
End the drollery,
start the tally.
Poked my pally’s cheeks—
Plumy, so red,
Visage that I read,
wet with sobs—
a taste life jabbed.
Once more I jiggled,
bit his ears, giggled—
breathed his name.
Now say my name—
Oooooooh~
Why did it take so long
for us to sing along?
A verse of wrongs
where I once swung.
Shush, ehe~
No sorry.
Your excuses are heavy.
Do me a favor—
feed me a spoonful
of your flavor,
and kiss me already.
Be steady,
cuddle gently—
tightly, nightly.
I’m needy—
and you’re silly,
brimming with wit and dilly
when I’m near you—
Ooooooh~
Let’s ride the sunset.
Ask me a question?
What’s with the hesitation?
Too much sensation?
Ehe~
“Why is your skin so smooth?”
“That’s it?” I grinned.
“Fine.” hehehe~
Tugged his chin—
“It’s lotion—
formulated with nitric devotion.
See the gloss—tactless as your flaws,
ingrained, sewn to oath—
a law mellow as your paws.
Claws prim yet crude,
just like I once was—
Ooooooh~
“Then why me?” he asked.
“Don’t you remember?”
Me on the railing,
swans sailing,
dangling between river and falling—
“Grab my hand,” he said,
mournful, sweaty with dread.
Ehe~
This is who I once was—
Ooooooh~
I cherish your first words—
“Hello… umm… you’re cute… pretty…”
Back when life was petty,
my house riddled with ridicule,
doodles scribbled in brooding boodles.
But you came—
nibbled my chains,
scolded them to shame.
Since then,
I’ve been your aide—
a friend in pretend,
a wife to recommend.
My heart is yours—
always—
since the day
you mended the end in me,
Ooooooh~
Before I give my hand,
treat me properly.
I’m not your property.
Neither of us a necessity—
our hearts not accessories.
Deal?
Lean closer.
I’ve missed you.
Don’t sob, you goober—
grin or smirk.
Every curve a treasure.
Now I’m with you,
in now and never.
I’ll savor yours,
cherish mine—
and share our names once more—
Oooooooh~
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:19 AM UTC
"
Trick or Treat
In an aisle so deep,
Fleeting lights flicker,
Dancing shadows creep.
Trick or treat,
In a crooked house so dim,
Whispers swirl around,
With secrets held within.
Trick or treat,
I heard a ghastly scream,
Footsteps tiptoe,
Oh so close, it seems.
'Wanna play a game?'
The darkness starts to sway,
Crimson eyes glare, unblinking,
As my heart begins to fray.
Trick or treat,
Don’t look back,
Run away,
Into the night,
Where shadows slither and play,
Echoes of laughter fade away,
As fear leads you astray,
Through twisted paths where nightmares lay.
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 5:37 AM UTC
"
Hush, little pumpkin, don’t say a word,
Mama’s gonna sing you a song of birds.
Look at them twirl and swirl in midnight light,
While fireflies twinkle as they dance among the stars so bright,
Where dreams entwine with the world in flight.
“But, Mommy…
I’m scared...
Don’t leave me...”
“Don’t worry, my sweet pumpkin,
I’ll always be here,
In shadows and silence,
You’ve nothing to fear.”
Hush, little pumpkin, don’t say a word,
Mama's here to guide your midnight tour.
A soft, soothing chord made the moonlight sing,
As crickets hum their gentle offering.
Close your eyes, let your worries drift away,
Like galaxies cascading in ocean waves.
In the warmth of my arms, you can safely stay.
When twilight looms and the night feels long,
Listen to my rippling heartbeat; it’s your guiding song.
Feel the gentle night breeze whisper sweet dreams near,
With every breath, know that Mama is here.
Hush, little pumpkin, let the stars be your aide,
In this world of magic, there’s nothing to hide.
So rest your weary head and snuggle tight,
Mama will cuddle you till the morning light.
"
-Klausyuer: The Damed Poet
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 7:00 AM UTC
"
The light we dread on the path we tread,
Scorched by the morals we misuse.
Misread the darkness, our hearts distressed,
Mocked by the values we choose,
Led astray by the prophecies of disharmony.
Heralds of the Righteous, deaf to hideous cries,
Sombre pleas linger, unseen in the abyss.
Angels seek refuge in hell from our treachery,
Watching disdainfully the absurdity we create,
While Demons, now praying for salvation,
Witness the tragic fall of humanity.
Instruments of war masquerade as peace,
Tormenting the innocent’s fragile ease.
A nation built on unity’s roar,
Now silenced by the lies of the false majority,
As citizens, evicted by leaders once upheld,
Fall victim to the very mother they served.
The tranquil ocean of individuals,
Swept away by the puddle of atrocities.
The gavel of justice hammers the innocent,
While the illustrious clowns, adorned in lustrous lies, roam free.
As avatars of Themis fall to Eris' tempting kiss,
Our heroes, once righteous, now stab us in the back with monarchic bliss.
While the poor laugh abundantly at their chains,
The rich weep for sovereignty that wanes.
Failure is the epitome of success,
While schools terrify us to death,
Teaching the race between ending a valuable life
And the finish line of a hollow diploma.
Yet in hallowed halls, they preach dismay,
As arguments and debates suffocate the air,
In this world already choked by toxic despair.
The masks of leadership conceal deceit,
As false ideals march beneath victory's flag.
And when the hands that build also destroy,
Philosophy, once pure and guiding,
Now teaches Angels the art of demonology.
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Oct 9, 2024
Oct 9, 2024 at 8:41 PM UTC
“
The dreams we shed, the lies we dread,
Hanging on, a fragile thread.
With death ahead, hold me close—
Don’t let me fall; I need you most.
I yearn for those days
When you held me tight in loving ways.
Now a dreadful smile haunts my sight—
Why did you let me plead, alone in the night?
The lies we spun, so tenderly—
Don’t you know?
I cherished thee,
The one who chose to let me be.
Now I know, painfully,
The lies we told still bleed in me.
Please, one more time, just help me live;
I don’t want to hang on this thread,
Willingly—
You let me be,
Laughing gaily
As you toyed with me.
Can’t you hear my cries
As you tossed me aside,
Just like the toys you had?
I can’t live like this—
I’ve had enough
Of the lies you teased,
As you stripped me bare,
Enjoying me,
While I suffer in agony.
So please,
Heed my dying plea—
Just end my misery.
“
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 4:50 PM UTC