Cloud after cloud inhaled
Body, mind and soul impaled
Pictures dancing without frames
Haunting demons no man can tame
A sight to see
A marvel to behold
A shining shell
A frozen core
It's not a secret, she's not a liar
She breathes in coals and chokes on fire
Heart of gold?
Not so much
Dark as night
An icy touch
Is it nonsensical all of this?
Like a hand without a fist
Like a barrel without depth
Or a rich man with no wealth
It's frustrating to read
As it is to write
This being of mine
Is full of spite
Of malice and lust
Of dreams and faith
Of toys and knives
Of love and hate
Waiting for the day she meets the Piper
This being of mine I can't decipher
YOU ARE READING
Random assortment of semi-suicidal poetry
PoetryFor all those who have ever felt alone, judged, pained or unworthy of love. All my work is original so I expect my readers to respect that and not reproduce it without my knowledge. x