obsidian clouds,
crafted by athena
and you keep clouding
my 2am thoughts
you are the craving
of my war-torn,
tear-burnt skin
is there a difference
between love and lust?
ultramarine blue lightning
coarsing through my veins
blood has been replaced
with caffeine and drugs
soon, the sun will
come up
and my eyes
will flood again.
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3.2 | The End of Infinity
Poetrywe hide our inner pain behind smiles filled with hope. until, the hope evaporates and everything has g o n e . [poetry by a]
