Strong and Bitter

Coffee with the abyss,
what a handsome fellow.
A toast to creativity is raised
as it's occult blade
breaks my skin.
This happens every single time.

Dashing through nightmares-
my kneecaps fractured,
it stalks leisurely
devouring the fragile beliefs
held by the common man.

Great philosophers
fail to rebuttal
this ancient monster;
I lovingly bask
in its terrible magnificence.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
It's no wonder sadness is cheap
and peaceful sleep sells
for more than gold.


  • Tony36

    Great write

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