Perched atop the telephone wire
Crowing my own name
It's 2:37 AM
The best time to be alive
You all lie asleep
As I crow my own name
Into a beautiful silence
The only god I see
Is me
And this beautiful, rapturous silence
The moon above
The stars above
Obscured by clouds
Obscured by me
Wings unfurl
You don't see me
You all hear me
My crowing never ceases
As I praise myself
And I praise the night I have created
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Seeds Of Memory
PoetryI write a lot of poetry and I've never thought about posting it until recently. Fair warning, there might be a good bit of triggering stuff. I'll add warnings where they're needed, though, so no worries! Cover by Ritshou on Tumblr!
