Satyriasis

Quemis

Obstinate and made of solid stone in every form you flash
Exposure paints the cracks in years we're head to toe with rash
Holding the sun hostage the favorite pastime that you keep
Fumble all your syllables just lie yourself to sleep

Everything is such a chore and taken either way 
Ties that bind and cloth that comforts poison all we say
Render every topic foul with figurines we feign
Distance from the drought and death we delegate like rain

Conquer every form that breathes and dance a soiled fool
Box up every thread and song to wrap around your spool
With every single button pressed in every box a mark
Faithless lust be quelled at last or live my own monarch

  • Author: Quemis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2018 23:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Makes me dumb.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sylviasearcher

    Thank you for sharing this.

    I love the line lie yourself to sleep

    Today I am waking up

    • Quemis

      Thank you!



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