Now my ink bleeds from a knife's passion
When was it ever wrong?
To carve out the enemy's worst obsession
It's like fucking a song
Now my ink floods with raindrops
It's happening again
Returning to wilt my crops
The bandage rips from the wounds that it tends
NOW MY PEN GLIDES ALL IN UPPERCASE WORDS
Then pierce a hole right through it
All the minutes gone to establish a life work
Uncovering my buried skeleton's closet
Now my pen glides over a makeshift skin
The diary a hollow block as it is
A cob-webbed teapot, weaved by the venomous spider within
Teardrops on my diary page, latched on like my vices
YOU ARE READING
Graveyard of Reveries
Poesia"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
