Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Beloved wanderer, What are you running after? your external commitment to reach crassness is taller than a benevolent Tikbalang you are quicker than its long legs to lead a soul astray But my beloved, where is your soul? your Passion is non-existent like an ondine, all you seek is an immortal soul to waste on your blinded fate on the woes you continue to create and your petty blown up mates a thick, bold flesh they’ll never extricate surrounding the empty stems from which they originate My beloved, your eyeballs were so viciously extracted and replaced with poisonous bile your hellhound eyes are so vile if one stares at them twice they’ll be seized, and they’ll be sacrificed and their souls disintegrate their roots begin to decay they merge with your spirits and they aimlessly gyrate around in circles, my beloved, you **** the souls dumping their bodies in holes indulgent in mutilating the skin around your heart vandalising your worth and claiming it's art but my beloved wanderer where is your drive? where is your start?
0
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Aimless Ambition
Beloved wanderer, What are you running after? your external commitment to reach crassness is taller than a benevolent Tikbalang you are quicker than its long legs to lead a soul astray But my beloved, where is your soul? your Passion is non-existent like an ondine, all you seek is an immortal soul to waste on your blinded fate on the woes you continue to create and your petty blown up mates a thick, bold flesh they’ll never extricate surrounding the empty stems from which they originate My beloved, your eyeballs were so viciously extracted and replaced with poisonous bile your hellhound eyes are so vile if one stares at them twice they’ll be seized, and they’ll be sacrificed and their souls disintegrate their roots begin to decay they merge with your spirits and they aimlessly gyrate around in circles, my beloved, you **** the souls dumping their bodies in holes indulgent in mutilating the skin around your heart vandalising your worth and claiming it's art but my beloved wanderer where is your drive? where is your start?
noor-ande
Written by
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem