Summon the memoirs of my sullen sleep
I smack my lips & let it all go into the depths
Lightly lifted notes of a melody greet itching ears
Holding my exhale as I breathe out of focus
Let dead leaves lie but i will never let you justify or deny
(your silence is a droning locust)
Labyrinth of seckrets kept me from you (only echoes)
Suns dying tonight as i cuddle my misery
(burnt taste oncemore)
Like a toddler without a pacifier
(crashing to the floor in terror)
Patronizing this soul for a matter of hours
(slowly down it goes)
The burn of the gullet or down the drain?
(spin the bottle tonight)
Would you dance with me 'tween the eves?
A soliloque of silence dances betwitching these hazen eyes
Molten or frigid; my Soul hangs betwixt
Among the land of giants as the olive branch further twists
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 7:18 AM UTC
Summon the memoirs of my sullen sleep
I smack my lips & let it all go into the depths
Lightly lifted notes of a melody greet itching ears
Holding my exhale as I breathe out of focus
Let dead leaves lie but i will never let you justify or deny
(your silence is a droning locust)
Labyrinth of seckrets kept me from you (only echoes)
Suns dying tonight as i cuddle my misery
(burnt taste oncemore)
Like a toddler without a pacifier
(crashing to the floor in terror)
Patronizing this soul for a matter of hours
(slowly down it goes)
The burn of the gullet or down the drain?
(spin the bottle tonight)
Would you dance with me 'tween the eves?
A soliloque of silence dances betwitching these hazen eyes
Molten or frigid; my Soul hangs betwixt
Among the land of giants as the olive branch further twists
blackcatpoetry 2026
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