their bite is as lethal as hollywood dreams,
as sharp as a sting from a cobra in a desert sea,
of sand and broken glass beams,
and as lost as you feel that you may be free,
you can't escape the control when the key is locked,
yes, whilst the door is ajar and pleads,
for you to leave but the gun is cocked,
aimed directly in an attempt to blur your needs,
and fire will salvage any and all attempts that you may take to leave,
leave the pain behind whilst your body is slain,
in a dreaded attempt to breathe,
but you can't complain,
when the fire consumes your lungs,
and leaves your words in an empty wallet of unspoken,
a collection of abandoned tongues,
and a mis-array of the left alone heartbroken.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • 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...
