some people are like flowers,
and chaos helps them
g r o w
some people thrive in chaos,
because chaos is all they know.
they steal the fruit from the tree,
as the
s n a k e
once told them to.
they lie, they cheat, and chaos
is their greatest known feat.
they cackle and laugh,
raising their
s p i l l e d
wine.
to murder? there is never enough time.
they crush pomegranates under their feet,
and butcher humans to use as eating meat.
they romance and flirt out of things,
and speak their lies with a sing.
they have grins mad enough to rival a dog.
and they belt out their screeching and deadly songs.
they lack any and all trust and instead they have lust,
raging inside their cryptic slender forms.
how do they decide
to speak all their lies
like a second language?
it's almost as if
they planted
another tree of rage.
is there anything
that's worth more
than the human mind
locked in its own [cage]?
YOU ARE READING
FREELANCE POETRY.
Poetry❛𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. . . ❜ --- ( © 2019, pipedreamt. ) ( tw ; uncensored. )
