Despise this basting vein disease,
flow true and vicariously,
kick down euphoric dreams –
Play trauma rendering games,
so damn despiteful when taking aim....
soak down any paths to escape prowling pain,
burn away bits of progression under searing flames;
What's the cause of your blistering chains?
Why aren't those heavenly creatures given help for gains?
As important as any other given name –
I am capable of evil.... just you see,
not at all unordinary to decisively think.
eʳK
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Grim-filled Lullabies
PoetryThis particular poetry collection will feature more darker, moodier elements than my other collections. Since I have a rather potent darker side - I have to get it out in some form or another. Copyright © 2016-2019 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Rese...