A silken rope of phrases
ailuranthrope blood tasted
Sweet salt of the earth
The dark minded misanthrope
lycanthrope with ****** noise
could always be worse
Now i'm just a broken rope
of the wagon, on the boat
been sinking since birth
I want to forsake this curse
travel through time on this earth
longing loving mirth
A haiku trapped in mundane
A perfect body
I lust for your gorgeous brain
Surround me with your splendor
help the broken see
and find a way to mend her
This world it may betray us
and you may find you hate it
but it could be worse
Broken bones on dusty throne
lone failure and cheap cologne
I can see the hearse
Passing through, heart still with you
Now I'm done, let us review
Empathy in you
Did you know you were my worth?
The meaning of my rebirth
no greater on earth