I rake the sands
of yesterday's self
into the glass furnace
of crying tomorrow's,
half of what you
seen me to be
nihilist dexterity
calling on all
theological deity's
to counter my
ardent crucifix
tell me I'm wrong,
you cause this
obsidian zenith
to cyclone within;
symmetry never rest
in any vessel,
feed them lies
cut it up in morsels
spectrum oculars
reverberate your
opaque facade,
I've bled everything
into your kingdom
of blasphemy now
soothe other dim sparks
with cantankerous jagged
tongue in cheek larceny,
so soon your taken
misconstrued
my bad for ever saying
don't worry hardened
I've become,
thank you
syphilitic ticks
drain my kernel of dignity
as he remains in the dark
yet he gets the best of thee,
as I murder the
weakness of my kindness
formaldehyde baths
flamboyant braggarts,
thank you for
dismantling my aorta
yet igniting the Shōgun
of drawn and quartered paladins.
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Whisperingquill (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
wow, this is intense, I love it
Thank you phantom 😉
Igniting the Japanese and English knights, only you could come up with something like that! And I hope it is OK to like your poems, even if my little brain doesn't understand everything.
Brother, you are very smart it shows in your comments my friend .
Holy shit. 10/10 would shiver again.
Seriously though, good work.
Thank you Psentinel 👍🏼
Thank you Brother so are you this piece here is really personal so a little more oomph went into this. 🍻
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