Rush of no restraint,
thrust remedies through veins again,
adjust scattered thoughts insane,
hush forms creeping within rain,
dust bares such name;
Rust hearts listen within flames,
distrust what's there contained,
brushed Illusion schemes many games,
hush if bared blame,
such dishonesties we all convey.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...
