Not death
Breathe slow
Past coil
Jealous?
We don't know
Sad as plain sight
Fake intents
Misdirection and dense
Regrets for tomorrow
Until the demon runs
Mind will be blank
Conscious without reprimand
Disgracing self
And projected shadows
Into millenium of words
That trick only inside
Gross and perfect
Figured somewhat insect
Fear of movement
Ready to read
Never to explore
A monster that is a bore
No true faces
Just stolen ink
Anger in three ports
Without the eyes to close
Ever so unsubtle
Render one cold
With love as slow as shell
Until they grow the verdure fungus
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Not death
Breathe slow
Past coil
Jealous?
We don't know
Sad as plain sight
Fake intents
Misdirection and dense
Regrets for tomorrow
Until the demon runs
Mind will be blank
Conscious without reprimand
Disgracing self
And projected shadows
Into millenium of words
That trick only inside
Gross and perfect
Figured somewhat insect
Fear of movement
Ready to read
Never to explore
A monster that is a bore
No true faces
Just stolen ink
Anger in three ports
Without the eyes to close
Ever so unsubtle
Render one cold
With love as slow as shell
Until they grow the verdure fungus
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