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We grapple amongst ourselves in this solitary cellar
Tenebrous murk cowering behind the pristine glamour
Creeping beneath the idyllic roars of laughter above
Our ravenous selves feeding off scraps of secrecy in the obsidian cove
A nemesis to the ethereal cloak worn over us
We lap up the ephemeral specks of lustrous dust
Whits of argent that give us a taste of tainted euphoria
Forged vanity quench our thirst for hysteria
Nefarious mist wrestles the rusting floor to relish the nitid fragments
We crave the deceiving glint of feigned innocence
Our hunger for crooked grace and twisted elegance
Growls in the shape of fraudulent eloquence
We shall lurk to consume every pretentious word,
And dance to the mellifluous lies in the dirt
Keep us locked inside and throw the gilded key away
We yearn every sterling remnant that crusts off our way
Let us lay in the dark;
Let us eat up the silver shards;
Let us choke on the awry niceties;
Let us tangle ourselves in the dungeon of falsities;
And heed our request when we say,
Do not let us out of the gleaming vault.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
