"I could tell you a story or maybe i'll lay down my words like a puzzle so you make a tale out of it. That way, we may have a thousand stories from a few words..."-Constino
You're here thinking he won't let you go
What if i told you; you was gold
Don't sell thyself it's a metaphor
You'll need your soul when the heavens call
And that's something worth waiting for
It's pretty dark & you feel those hands
Around your neck they're pressing hard
Your favourite colour rhymes with dead
Good or bad, they'll bleed in red
For all your crimes you got a necklace
How you got caught? Your sin was careless
But do not worry, your saviour got you
On toes you tip, you are getting colder
Your life in story begins to fold
An inch taller, you would survive
You weren't happy while you were alive
It's too late to flee the stranglehold
Hello! I originally wanted to post this poem in 'BLEEDING FEET' because in my view it's a bit dark. But then i realised that you might get a different vibe off it so here it is. Thanks for your time, have a great day
-Constino
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
