you were always my favourite dream
the iris in the darkness of my soul
catastrophic resolutes in the dying light
i wish so much to be alive within you
marred by the thousand cuts for your love
annexed my soul to be one of you
ambiguous hopeless in the feign of the sky
weep for the moon doesn't mind
the nights are cold again
you made the warmth of my soul
god killed himself to make the best of you
i guess he did not cut deep enough
you are eternal in my words
even if you won't be eternal in my arms
eternal in my heart so punctured
maybe not in my life you will be
tomorrow there won't be a honey
blood will seep from our eyes
you will be my love forever
even when my heart no longer beats
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
