Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
isn't it so painfully obvious that's an illusion which your wicked mind presents you in a dish of fake hopes, on a bed of lies, garnished with lost time and impossibilities and you, the misery-loving ****** devour it everytime with your endless appetite as you did countless times before and you doubtlessly will do a countless times again and again and again yet every single time, it will be you, the misery-loving ****** whose eyes are full of tears that are induced by an agonizing, unforgiving yet familiar ache placed in your stomache as all you've eaten was the emptiness of cold, acrid reality?
0
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
primary question
isn't it so painfully obvious that's an illusion which your wicked mind presents you in a dish of fake hopes, on a bed of lies, garnished with lost time and impossibilities and you, the misery-loving ****** devour it everytime with your endless appetite as you did countless times before and you doubtlessly will do a countless times again and again and again yet every single time, it will be you, the misery-loving ****** whose eyes are full of tears that are induced by an agonizing, unforgiving yet familiar ache placed in your stomache as all you've eaten was the emptiness of cold, acrid reality?
This one didn't turn out as I wanted it to be but whatever.
vinca
Written by
22/F
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 6:10 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem