Waves of stain glisten
on my rainbow days
Its as if moonbeams danced
around my torrid dreams
and slapped me into next week
Tattooed ****** images
seeking to find some
god forsaken purpose
constantly playing hide and seek
behind my eyes
The trickles down the water pipe,
we dont recognize their underlying sins
that flows beside us
We don't think of mercy.
We think of wrongful morality.
Turning a page of lust,
we become stripped
of our innocence.
Its a life of unexpected metaphors
seeking countless divisions
inside a cave of infinite darkness
My thoughts caressed
twisted views of my past.
Then I start to realize
maybe they were all true.
Pulling the covers over my head,
basting in my own selflessness,
I cowered within
but in peace
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 10:34 PM UTC
Waves of stain glisten
on my rainbow days
Its as if moonbeams danced
around my torrid dreams
and slapped me into next week
Tattooed ****** images
seeking to find some
god forsaken purpose
constantly playing hide and seek
behind my eyes
The trickles down the water pipe,
we dont recognize their underlying sins
that flows beside us
We don't think of mercy.
We think of wrongful morality.
Turning a page of lust,
we become stripped
of our innocence.
Its a life of unexpected metaphors
seeking countless divisions
inside a cave of infinite darkness
My thoughts caressed
twisted views of my past.
Then I start to realize
maybe they were all true.
Pulling the covers over my head,
basting in my own selflessness,
I cowered within
but in peace
