The feeling of guilt
Collisions of fractured fangs rejoicing in your flesh
They shred and splinter plush, yet heartless skin that cakes thickly on naive bones
Rust blurs on blind eyelashes
Clearing an obscure view that made your form seem not quite right
Intertwining those spindled cobwebs on the tongue
Trapping heedless words and mindless tones in their design
The cause of guilt
Thoughts that oscillate through the tunnels of the mind
A melody of them overflowing along the rushed openings
Spilling, spilling, spilling
Blood onto the battered and dismal walls of your bruises
Deepening their hues to a sickly indigo and a thunderstorm of black
Watching as you shrivel into an ashen self
The conquer of guilt
Wallowing in the shallow waters of time
Contemplating as the strings of liquid lace through numb fingertips
Waiting for that tide to submerge and drown an antiquated heart beneath its agony
On withered knees, praying for you to hold back your torrents
Hold back those seething waves and untamed winds
For only you can mend the guilty wounds pooling under my feet
~Kes
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Forgotten Words
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. It is filled with my emotions and profound thoughts of what I experience in the world around me. These are my nonsense verses.
