Decay

RSM0812

Like daisy’s die from rainless skis,

My mind in purify of decay.

My soul is black, like tasteless night.

My heart won’t fray.

Except to see the dreamless dreams.

On shelves of placenta torn walls.

Relinquish that so wished upon.

Before the mighty fall.

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2025 09:17
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Very poetic words that weave a picture in the mind. Nicely done

    • RSM0812

      Thanks.

    • Poetic Licence

      To me a sense of a damaged and confused my mind, nicely expressed and written

    • Lorenz

      "rainless skies or sky ! ''

      • RSM0812

        Skies lol



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