when the only being
with skin and bones
that appears as pure perfection
through your kaleidoscopic eyes
gets struck
with the lightning strike of dizzying disease
electrifying his intestines
and sinking his eyes
and thinning his skin,
it becomes painful
as you watch him tumble
and fall
further and further
into sickness and weariness
and everyone's eyes grow wide
as they gape at the world
crumbling into piles of chaos
and nobody knows
what is really happening
anymore
~~the spring of 2016. the months of tears, terror, and confusion~~
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maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
