❦→[audience of none]
when summer falls
upon the system of the tall build walls
corpses sing,
and the animate slither in
to gates of a place so ancient,
only the interpid could guard
attempts to summon seamless card sharks
i wake again with knifes to my nape,
just to discover each edge had scribbled my name
luminations lived here three worlds apart,
until the moon quit and switched to the other side of the scar
the screaming scums
ran out of rum,
to cater their wicked minds
but poker faces never learn to roll the dice
romantic is the nothingness,
of passerby ghosts and spirits
with the weight of burnt envy spinning
'round around silhouettes, functioning on nothing but morning rest
notions begin,
precious as gold
and when they dig in
it bleeds from hollows termed to be stones
in the violence of it all,
inhumane calls ring
and they know more than they say,
for pretend is a national game
where it remains easier dying to seem sane
as the violence grows and whispers to winter,
i crave eulogies upon barren timbers
addressing another audience of none,
whimpering music to the point of a gun
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
