Poetry.
often written in the night,
when everything is dead,
and your mind is your only light.
You keep one hand over your words,
to keep the prying eyes away.
Gleam with demonic eccentricity
as you conjure the next
masterpiece.
Poetry,
the real dark art.
- poems for lonely souls
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
