blood stains under the carpet
rusted, so quick to whitewash it
every wall and floor bear witness
to the agonized screams of the dauntless
and the monsters came back to haunt you in your sleep
stepped out of the dark, now they'd never leave
they would never leave
they would never leave
they wouldn't believe
and the leaves were burning all over
decades gone and over
every wood in the forest are dead inside
but fairies are all in our sight
all these roots are deep down
under dead bodies on the ground
but the stench don't seem to reach the surface
when lies, they hold a stronger fragrance
and the monsters
and the monsters
we bring them back to life
In this age we see them clowns as kings
Then we frown as the circus blings
Stuck, stuck, stuck, in a cycle
Tucked tucked tucked in their bubble
Justice limps as she begs for help
But the jury hears with their eyes and wealth
Stuck, stuck, stuck, in a cycle
Tucked tucked tucked in their bubble
YOU ARE READING
kinesus: a poetry collection
PoesiaWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
