From the legendary locution of a
Lyricist I love
"Some see a pen, I see a harpoon"
Is a new world of thought.
Words are weaponry
Repeatedly reeling
After a sadistic striking,
Forcing forlorn beings into a
Realm in which they
Lose
All sense of
Reality.
Beyond that can lie an
Uneasy thread thrown out by
Saviors swearing:
"Slack-lining will save you".
Follow their words
For they're not just weaponry,
But a way to
Survive.
Words wound,
However,
Harpoons can heal.
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I Can't Fake It
Poetry• Cover by: @riyuskki • A spam book, essentially, of poems. On the last day of seeing my friend of three years he told me: "Keep writing. You have a talent for it and I can tell you get something from it." So today, I present to you the contents of...
