fire consumed the water,
blaring it alight in a sea of glaring red,
it began to become hotter,
and it left the words dead,
for my head became enraged in a daze,
of words and flurry,
and my words slip in a maze,
how do i say this without making you seem to worry.
that i'm losing my mind from the mistreatment,
and my words ripped from my skull,
with absolutely no bereavement,
the knife is far too dull,
so i'll sharpen it in a fury,
so the words can't eat away at my core,
standing in front of the jury,
with nothing to say as i'm consumed by the words of law for sure,
but yet why is it a sin,
for me to kill the words sleeping in my head,
and for me to begin,
to imagine you dead.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoesíaKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
