And now
my screams
have touched this apotheosis
so let me tumble
to the impressions
of my
peers as they interpret my words
how they
will while I
continue to
smile an elasticated feat
drenched with the
philosophies of my
own kindling,
and I wonder who
will be drawn enough
to feel the depths
that these words hold?
Who will
be able to cross over these
mountains of lies to
reach the apex
of
my truth?
Who has the courage
to deal
with these carnivorous
lions that masticate and obliterate
all in their path
with the eyes of a vampirism and
sobbing moon a failure?
And who will
be able to
take my hand
and show
me that this
world is filled
with much more
laughs
than woes? For I am
slowly being dragged
into this vortex
of madness by these blooded and sinful
hands giving a tumbling eclipse to the luminosity of this sunshine
and soon it
will be too
late for me to come out of this hellhole.
YOU ARE READING
an abstract limn
Poetry❝ but this time i will not be lifted from the realms of this catastrophe, this time i will be dipped into the honeyed lox of this saccharine thought; drowning in the depths of the wilted tulips that have not ever to sprout. look at these alstroemeri...
