crooked smiles resting atop parched lips
there's a hunger growing inside
cobwebs lingering on their bronze skins
sinister shadows passing bylove is no longer communal
hope shrivels like withering flowers
greed climbs through their throats
everything leaves a markit's permanent,
stuck inside a quagmire
succumbing to inherent despair
cracks open up
they take it all inwhat is there left to wish for?
a forceful caress, a gentle blow
coiled up inside the thread
of their imminent disasternothing remains:
vomit their remains
towers of their fame collapse
it's a ruination of words
and worlds they used to beforget they will not;
violence is hefty, it comes with a cost
and pay they shall—not in numbers,
but with their lives.is it done yet?
YOU ARE READING
a cavalcade of ominous thoughts
Poetryweave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017