I'm cavern crackling
Broke
There's a cistern
That talks
So I hide--
Gregariously behind sunglasses
And tatter-ed hoodies.
As I poison myself
To death
With nothing-
A stream bellows
Emptiness
Masking how numb
The Moon is,
Sunlight sleeps-
Allegorically into time
If a chronomancer
Knew.
My memory was mist
I'd apologise stupidly
And hide my hands to
Show you the complexity
Of pain.
But I'm just
A closed book burning
Blood with
My inability to speak.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
I'm cavern crackling
Broke
There's a cistern
That talks
So I hide--
Gregariously behind sunglasses
And tatter-ed hoodies.
As I poison myself
To death
With nothing-
A stream bellows
Emptiness
Masking how numb
The Moon is,
Sunlight sleeps-
Allegorically into time
If a chronomancer
Knew.
My memory was mist
I'd apologise stupidly
And hide my hands to
Show you the complexity
Of pain.
But I'm just
A closed book burning
Blood with
My inability to speak.
