Dark storms approaching
My heart's rhythm decayed, smoking.
Troubled are my plant's leaves
From a sponge my unhappiness bleeds.
It feeds on my soul,
Knaws on my mind,
I'm left and unknown,
The future's in line.
Better killed with a thorn
Will we eat from the corn
As it is breaks my heart aches
Never know what it takes.
To be an enemy,
It needs time.
Be fake,
Stay out of line.
Rules are for thinkers,
But rebels always thrive in discomfort
It's the unfair advantage that keeps them there.
The hard-working are sent away, just for them to stay.
I'm killing it as she strikes on my ground.
A healthy shock, but still a thought on each round.
Her vibration is my friend
Her claps, my enemy.
Together they make me,
But forever they break my peace.
Chains pulling on my flesh.
Clawing at my skin are the voices of fellow sufferers.
I can't save us, I'm not robust.
Worth is just a word,
Cures are a mindset,
Feelings are illusions,
Thoughts are daydreams,
Regrets are a consequence,
My name is a rhyme
Your appearance is your purity
Dark storms always align.
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PoetryThis right here is an original book of poems and is authenticly written by myself. It is about every thought and feeling that flows through me.
