The Stars are cold tonight
Filled with bright but dying light
An icy blue grey fire
Flames of death not desire
Fueled by the bitter hope
That something new can cut the rope
This noose we've all tied ourselves
To end the incessant ringing of the bells
Tolling each and every hour
From their ancient ivory tower
As if to say you're not enough
Your laurels are lies you wear on your cuff
Now these words can never stop
until I've been emptied drop by drop
YOU ARE READING
Think Again
PoésieStart of some poems, if you like them let me know ill make more, if not how should I fix it next time.
