already, the truth is
s k e
w e r e d
perpetuations won't
equate to inherent belief
reel back, restrain
sadistic pains strain
idyllic fantasies
obviously i was trapped once
never again will i be fooled
(still, i'm not as strong as i think)
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
