The minute shimmer of this feeble wax composed tower , seems so parallel to my turmoil, my uneasiness, my anguish , and my ecstasy that's been snuffed out .
Withered and wisened by the whirlwind of fury of agony.
I am rent for this . My breath on this dot of fire is like an executioner injecting vial toxins into my bloodstream.
The crimson life quickly oozing into a sludge of tar that you can't wade through and it only keeps ascending , draining you of vitals and serenity you once grasped firmly in your palm .
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Manic dumb poems
Poetry. I really love poetry . So it's whatever. This is just some poems all made by me. They are all free verse poems. None of them are the rhyme type.
