There's beauty in destruction
In chains hanging loose and rusted
In cogs torn free of their gearworks
Teeth sharp, glinting dully,
Echoes of clanging, clanking, clicking
Filling the space behind my eyes
Why not give in to this falling apart?
This fading away, the decay of the lonely
The chaos of atrophy, sharp with insanity
A solace for us whose gears don't turn
Like they used to.
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
