Confined in close quarters
begging for quarantine
love tastes like carrion
Breathing mold spores
appeals more than
the kiss of a dying heart
For to taint joy
with the stink of decay
haunts honesty with living lies
A heavy heart
cannot power the light
that fuels a soul
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
Confined in close quarters
begging for quarantine
love tastes like carrion
Breathing mold spores
appeals more than
the kiss of a dying heart
For to taint joy
with the stink of decay
haunts honesty with living lies
A heavy heart
cannot power the light
that fuels a soul
