DESPONDENCY
I
Gloss over my pained viridian eyes
With Buddha smiles
And
In crowds I modus myself
But with you, ill-manner becomes a second language as you unceasingly lambaste your way into my reverted mind
Propel me onto a bridge of smog infest,
With
every syllable you laminate your way into my lucidity,
pollute the oxygen over my skin and lungs like carcinoma
And
With your foul tongue spitting onto my despondency,
I dive deep into a fog war of zombie like state of mind
Where melancholy is a flower
And grey is what you call blue skies .
YOU ARE READING
4am
PoesíaI spent most of my life learning how to feel less These days I teach myself to feel more Kill your emotions and you'll die along with them C O M P L E T E D 2016•2018
