The walls are breaking,
They are only held up by duct tape and bad dreams,
A visible blackness oozes over them
Chaotic darkness spills below my feet
And In the facade of the night,
I collide my hands against the hard brickwork
Banshee scream until I scare my voice
Far away to the sun ripened clouds
Still I'm left in my chasm, void of a dungeon,
It bleeds and contorts with each breath I take, Cerburus guard my wasted life and in turn
Guards each wasted move I make.
Arthurian lakes and silvery fingertips,
Claim me from my worsened state
It takes the webbing from my toes
Mirrored soul shatters into oblivion
We slip into limboed bliss.
Time devours livers and spleens
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What He Told Me. Poetry
PoetryI was told to share what I write by a guy. This is what I've done. Some of this is dark. Some of this is the inner workings of what is happening in my life. Im sorry for making you read this
