Head heavy with resolve, heart shrouded in mists, brief and gentle winds blow smoke from your lips. Dark night rising, moon kissing your neck, thoughts began boiling from the heat in you fists. It's a brief bitter moment, that drags the animal free, and all the hate you locked away becomes your true disease. So biting through your tongue, you're feet will walk with purpose, and to the door they'll take you back to a future that is uncertain. And in that bitter moment, when love gave way to passion, the after birth will line the floor for you have dropped a bastard. When all the Heaven you had sought comes crashing at your knees and every promise ever wrought dies in that gentle breeze. Someday your heart may shudder step into a slower rhythm, but for this night your fangs come out... and they only harbor venom. Sweetest soul give but a moment for the caustic words to lessen... think of the past and of the bond... and maybe... just maybe... you'll forgive him. For it is in these broken times when the brain is at its foulest, for passion is the food that feeds all our inner demons.
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PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
