Chattels of midnight left undone
by his grace
He drinks in the air of glazed night skies
correlated into mist black dusk
His perceptions begotten by the waves of intoxication
tempestuous like wine
Amaranthine nights
Days spilled with ink and epicurean hunger
slashed with so many million miles in the air
Sharpened by the proclivity of lush nights spent
curated like a machete made of gold and silver
A Sultan of wherewithal
his eyes seek carnal pleasure in sentience
Cessations of his sentence through drunkenness
remains to be forgotten
His vial of existence gets pernicious
as he falls to the floor of convergent calamity.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
