we built our own stars
in a heaven we crafted from
the scars and bruises painting
our purple blue skin which we
honed as time became a brief dream
in a tide of oceanic beingswe raised our own fires
and breeding it with guilt and greed
we succumbed to desires within
our vessel like bodies as time
departed our lives and we became
the causewe lifted our own vices
and abandoned our very virtues
for a hunt we lost only to return with
a dimming sun and a dimmer moon
words left our mouths only to become
hollow
YOU ARE READING
a cavalcade of ominous thoughts
Poetryweave magic on paper, concoct sensory illusions and delude yourself in the fabrications of your mind. Ⓒ shezal, 2016 - 2017