#unhappinesss
you grin and i know not why
i trembled from inside
the scent of a filthy molded twilight
familiar as fermented grapes
still festering within
a knowing grin sore to my eyes
of this I internally despise
a form, a dialog, a ratchet blow
humane as a weathered withered rose
erectly clinging to vitality
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC