When reality starts to slice your breath.............
And your soul begins to taste like a fake flavor
of the love u lost in childhood fantasies...........
My shattered past molesting my virgin future.........
I killed my innocence..........
I hate you for turning me into a ghost..........
My little world of wonder is mummified...........
but my eyes are animated into live mirrors.......
never failing to copy the rhythm of the flow itself frozen
into a hollow social tension,
To obey the rules of civilization............
And to dishonor the priceless vision of God..........
portrayed by my penniless heart.............
YOU ARE READING
Eve Of My Heart's Death Anthem...
PoetryiTS JUST A PATTERN OF MADNESS I TREASURE IN MY MIND.............it is that sort of stuff u probably wanna forget once u read it................but no offence in tasting every flavor of life once.......!!!!! If u believe so too.... then feel free to...
