The feel of darkness is toxic
Raw, mournful, and isolated
It seizes in fissures of cold
Silence crawling along trembling profiles
It hides cutting secrets and unknown shivers
It only blinds those who refuse to open their eyes
It is the scattered dance of fear
Where voices are sliced by knives that carve words
It liquefies stable, challenging eyes
It submerges horizons in tainted venoms
The faint adhesion of hope shriveling at the haze of dusk
Its where names are lost on the desperate tongues
Shortening breathe from a hollow body
It freezes from the bones
Spreading to the mechanical heart
Withering away tired cries
~Kes
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Forgotten Words
PoesiaThis 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.
