hey, mister,
can I get a ride?
I'm headed towards the sun
or the moon,
somewhere I can hide.
cops can't search your mail
so I put it in an envelope,
rip it when I'm gone,
when you're home,
when you've lost hope.
I'm sure by the time they find me,
I'll be heavy with a child
conceived in hell,
since it reigns on earth.
make appointments,
keep 'em filed
away.
I won't be like my predecessors,
I will live and die
before I kill myself,
and I will love the devil in disguise.
I keep searching for answers,
but the bottle is empty,
and there's no neon sign.
I make out with guns sometimes
because it turns me on.
it lights me on fire,
it blows my mind!
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🦇ྀིℋ𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 🦇ྀི (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I literally don't even know what this is about, so don't try to find any hidden meaning lol. sometimes I just start writing and let my subconscious take the wheel.
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Oh hayleigh…my gothic friend, this one burned. 🔥 The ache, the edge, the confessions laid bare like scars turned scripture—it’s all here. That closing couplet is a gut punch wrapped in poetry. You don’t just write the darkness…you ignite it, and I love that! Gripping work dear poet and friend. 🌹👏
thank you, though I must admit I have no clue what its about lol, I just started writing, not really caring about it. Thanks again
Fair enough. But that's art no? Inspiration followed by interpretation. You are most welcome, my friend!
Dark it delves into another world that of Thanatos where Charon rows his boat demanding coins to cross the river Styx and Hades sits on his throne. Nicely written.
thank you for reading!
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