Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2013
I'm seeking vengeance
for the missing feeling.
  The cold air of truth.
It never felt so unfamiliar.
So blindly she loves it.
She lets it take her away
to a simpler place.
  Golden skin and iron innards
  Flake away. Faded.
Failed and flooded to the brim,
then die.
Guss
Written by
Guss  M/Dallas
(M/Dallas)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems