"necrotising" poems
I feel we're living the last days of Versailles
As beauty fades before my eyes
Convinced as I am
The gods owe us time,
I'd destroy this world
To keep what's mine.
My universe is necrotising
As I stumble through ruins
And colour drains away.
I bargain for time...
Throughout the many lives we've lived before knowing only each time we return,
To experience full transfiguration
You have to be willing to burn.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
Guarded tiles bar creation's codeine laced butchery,
Fostering at-arms engrossed with fictitious prospects of eternity,
Fearing the necrotising bodies plastered with senseless agony,
Psychologically detrimental for there is no withdraw from insanity.
But exodus is inevitable within the institution of bereavement,
Mint frame spurn the cracked Psyche of the drafted disorient,
Forcing jittered terror in lieu of beholden for this malcontent,
Thrusting the mortal from snug bulwarks into a morbid accent.
Real dread torrent the battering heart before it spill over,
Clotted plasma fling and flood the metal enclosure,
All breath was taken by the creator’s exposure,
For only it dominates the grand tour.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC