Only when rooted veins get stripped from skin,
Delved from flesh sinking sin,
For darkened nightshade permeates the iridescence,
With tearing clouds of reminiscent melodic pleasures.
Lonely nights become a tangible entity
That lurks upon the edge of night tremored beds.
The promise of potential draws a close,
Curtains strained, contemplate alone.
A conscientious troubling vestment,
Caused by an arrogant caked resentment,
Through words that do not press,
Statued by most ignorant jests.
Language decreed to fragmentary letters,
But a vessel to help forget;
The self-loathing that never subdues,
Reflect upon those uprooted veins,
The bearer of bad news.
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
Only when rooted veins get stripped from skin,
Delved from flesh sinking sin,
For darkened nightshade permeates the iridescence,
With tearing clouds of reminiscent melodic pleasures.
Lonely nights become a tangible entity
That lurks upon the edge of night tremored beds.
The promise of potential draws a close,
Curtains strained, contemplate alone.
A conscientious troubling vestment,
Caused by an arrogant caked resentment,
Through words that do not press,
Statued by most ignorant jests.
Language decreed to fragmentary letters,
But a vessel to help forget;
The self-loathing that never subdues,
Reflect upon those uprooted veins,
The bearer of bad news.
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