temptation leads to descents into hell
hail rains on me like shooting stars, falling comets
if imagination makes us suffer more than reality
settle into not thinking as much (but it's not that simple)
go, demon, go, leave this body, your yellow eyes
unusually accommodate spaces which i'm used to
you need to leave before i scream (and i'll do it till i'm dead)
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
