Borderline hues shatter upon the
fragmentations
of sullen gullied pools..
Where the refraction of utopia shines,
the *** is deceitful and tarnished.
As every prism of reverence disperses.
Heaven is a shard of falsehood
cutting into the sky...
Perceptions see an aura-borealis.
But woven with the beauty
is the curse of fallen angels..
For all who stared upon the glare
were severed from sight...
Dilating upon the sorrow of
written words etched in eyelids.
The world was beauty, and you blinded it..
Now we will scratch every word inward.
See the error of your ways, and walk as before.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
Borderline hues shatter upon the
fragmentations
of sullen gullied pools..
Where the refraction of utopia shines,
the *** is deceitful and tarnished.
As every prism of reverence disperses.
Heaven is a shard of falsehood
cutting into the sky...
Perceptions see an aura-borealis.
But woven with the beauty
is the curse of fallen angels..
For all who stared upon the glare
were severed from sight...
Dilating upon the sorrow of
written words etched in eyelids.
The world was beauty, and you blinded it..
Now we will scratch every word inward.
See the error of your ways, and walk as before.
