In the unfathomable depths of the subconscious streams
a voice listens
nor shall it speak till it emerges from its renaissance
only you will determine if the voice speaks its truth
the woke is dead and remains unburied
the burden of its corpse polluting the mind
Its bones will burn under a searing Sun
none shall mourn its death
nor its foul intentions
an unwanted bastard in search of a father
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Weird Reads
PoésiePoems & Prose to read when your coffee is on the brew. A mixture of the light and dark in life. Strange writing from the pen of a weird mind. Caution advised before reading.
