I sit in the graveyard
Staring up at the vivid starscape
Vertigo
I have visions of entropy
Staring up at the night
My imagination continuing
Uncontrollable
Lecherous horrors
Covet my mortal mind
Infinite disarray
Sitting in summer
Unending melancholy
Foreshadow disaster
Trying to continue on
The sunset paints crimsons across
A heaven sent wonder
To try and ease my anxiety
An unrestrained pain
Resting in my chest
I try to enjoy the time...
But
The water colored sky
Is to full of contamination
- Author: PaperFlowerFields ( Offline)
- Published: February 24th, 2024 12:53
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A contaminating sens of humor !
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