you lead me on like a laser to a cat i follow into light screaming choir or a darkened pit of nothing; i'll be you're play thing
Tag: Poet
cold december evening;
#Poetry
the end of an argument
trigger warning; i remember the burning- the smell of blood keeps my stomach turning nightmares swarming, only peace we crave is at the bottom of a bottle.
melody
it's the care in your eyes; behind the mystery behind the walls behind what you want everyone to see- to see dark, there is a song- you sing with your eyes a song of sorrow and loss heavenly voice painting a hellish picture
eye in the sky
i knew you were trouble but i liked it; red flags blew in the wind like a dog's tongue on a road trip no no i saw them but i bite my bottom lip looked at the casino red ceiling and rolled
flower garden
i remember the day you sprouted out of my garden a little daisy quiet and free petals like fire reaching into the sky a merry bud
wonder bread
i never, i always wanted to want a better croissant
memento mori
it was the last drink on the menu a call out to my last thought; something so simple that i'd wager we don't think about, breathing; i want you to live enjoy that drink while you breathe
last memory
when i revisit, the door is stingy always fights back knob two tons make shift handgun rips through our memory mansion never easy couldn't face you that day i remember the day the hour the minute i remember what you were wearing i just want one more time. to remember everything before that fire. please;… Continue reading last memory
image blur
i can't tell if you're real our fingers touched without the warmth; the only way i know it happened were the scars i can only see in the mirror
Saint's Muse 