When light
Nails your fingers
Stale air
Drags on your breathing
A night breeze
Cools your skin
It is the brisk pen,
The harsh press
Into paper
Until it bleeds
Gothic love
Until it breathes
Brilliant death
I haunt the clouds
That spill
From the moonlight
These thoughts hold
My mind suspended
Will I ever find relief?
Do I seek redemption,
To punish my sweet organs
With promises of pain,
Of sweltering terrors? And
Lovely, lovely things
Cracked windows,
Ailing mirrors
Their health
Are finite
Honey eclipses
On my tongue
Star-struck blemishes
In my eyes
I sing to clouds
To bring me the sun
And maybe this
Will give me life
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The Book of Fantastical Confusion
Poetry"The most important thing, darling, is to live a fabulous life. As long as it's fabulous, I don't care how long it is." - Freddie Mercury Art, madness and poetry--whatever more could you need? Highest Rankings: #1 in poetry #1 in midnight thoughts #...
