Darkness engulfs me
in it's comforting embrace
The monsters of the light world
Are my dearest friends
Hope is my enemy
And
Despair my confidant
Burning balls that decorate
The midnight skies
Guide me
Against
Beams of gray truth
In these hazy streets of
The foggy wretched place
Deception tells me stories
While illusions fight with
The fanfare of generosity
Here I lie in my prosy
Wearing the blanket
I weaved of lies
In this world of *fabricacity
Lie truths that can not be deciphered by eyes
* FABRICACITY isn't an actual word
It's a mix of fabrications and the city where our narrator resides in. It's fiction with the portrayal of truth.
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Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
