And there he stood,
Looking down in the dark alleyway,
Phlegmatic was he.
As he looked upon the crimson Moon,
Shining so vividly upon the alley.
And there lay down a corpse,
Corpse so familiar.
Similar crimson as the Moon.
Resembling face such as his.
Yet happy.
Smiling.
And there he stood.
- Sapphirus
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
