– bleed my existence away.
lucid dreams,
have me imprisoned,
as midnight skies fall,
the sun sighing defeat for the day,
all of these,
are the scenes,
i see behind iron bars.
for now,
as moonlight breaks,
i do not want to run away,
but stay,
and stare and pray,
for my existence to bleed,
from human to stars.
YOU ARE READING
swevens of vernorexia
Poetryi shall bloom flowers of love in your heart, so you may bleed petals for blood when i leave.
