Beware of the attention I'm not getting.
Furthermore tonight we're craving this stains.
Besides the filthy scratch on my brain
I'll never drink a shot of sulfur.
I get to sustain the good state
To stare at the smile on the mirror
I saw a healed wrist, I felt a red heart, healed but unbroken, shaded to grey but stained to red
The fantasy of the illusion
This pleasant loneliness
But fulfilled by strokes of company
My company is enough for myself
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Surrealist poetry
PoetryRead, if you want to enter, the nonsense and disturbed mind, that pessimistic tones and vintage shades, have created, Read.
