My rhymes have shattered into jagged deep,
The soul is placed inside a calloused crust,
Both dreams and raw desires went like feed,
Within the deep throat of pride was cast.
Bright images of moments surface now,
Invading consciousness these shreds of rhymes,
They are full of feelings bright — and so?
The sculpture was made from digested these.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
My rhymes have shattered into jagged deep,
The soul is placed inside a calloused crust,
Both dreams and raw desires went like feed,
Within the deep throat of pride was cast.
Bright images of moments surface now,
Invading consciousness these shreds of rhymes,
They are full of feelings bright — and so?
The sculpture was made from digested these.