Disaster Relief

๐“ฑ๐“ช๐”‚๐“ต๐“ฎ๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ

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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  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Oh hayleighโ€ฆmy gothic friend, this one burned. ๐Ÿ”ฅ The ache, the edge, the confessions laid bare like scars turned scriptureโ€”itโ€™s all here. That closing couplet is a gut punch wrapped in poetry. You donโ€™t just write the darknessโ€ฆyou ignite it, and I love that! Gripping work dear poet and friend. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ‘

  • sorenbarrett

    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.



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