The demons eyes
Focused
And fixed
On a damnable prize.
Burning pinholes
Through tin cans,
and whiskey hands.
Holding fast
To broken plans,
Stoking coals.
Peering over fires
That long have died,
Coalescing,
Regressing to liars.
These demon eyes
Focused
And fixed
On silencing cries.
Ending your pain
At a cost to myself,
Bring me rain.
Bring me tantra
Bring me sutra
Bring me karma
Bring me your slain.
Forgone
Forlorned
Forgotten.
I will be the anchor,
The pin
Holding fast
Your ichor
Until you win.
Promises
Like curses
Listen for their din.
We will be
A vast
Torrent,
You will never see.
Because our eyes,
Are fixed,
On making
Your misery.
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Blank Spaces
PoetryAn emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it...
