"living in my own apocalyptic attraction;
those muted runes discovered such reaction
from my subdued embraces with Satan's cool actions.
dealing with His angry contractions
all of them came to devour this fraction:
gnawing at my broken heart's transactions.
a heart-to-heart with mindless subtractions...
who knew this would construct an impaction?
awaiting every compaction,
skittish at any blindfolded refractions,
desperate for less and more extractions.
all this time You were the distraction."
date: 2nd september, 2018
time: 13:00 p.m.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
