Perhaps a curse
Does a bullet know the fate
The fate of the deer
The dear head it
It is to end
And a conductor will surely know
Surely know after
After the sweet crunch
A fish doesn't care
Doesn't care that the flesh
The flesh its fed sunk
Sunk from the heaven
Only who does?
Surely not the soul
Soul left long
Long before I died
Perhaps no one
No one's god would care
Would care that my breath
Is gone
Breath they never drew
So how will it matter
Will it matter?
Jul 16, 2022
Jul 16, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
Perhaps a curse
Does a bullet know the fate
The fate of the deer
The dear head it
It is to end
And a conductor will surely know
Surely know after
After the sweet crunch
A fish doesn't care
Doesn't care that the flesh
The flesh its fed sunk
Sunk from the heaven
Only who does?
Surely not the soul
Soul left long
Long before I died
Perhaps no one
No one's god would care
Would care that my breath
Is gone
Breath they never drew
So how will it matter
Will it matter?
A poem format I've been playing around with in my head for a while
If you haven't caught on the last line of creates the first few words or so of the next line
Kinda cool I think