How laughter pounds head till bleeds,
enjoyment spits & nourishes mine tainted greed;
emotional ranges which engulf me,
sticky webs entangle & entrap screamed pleas;
glimpses of self past,
What pieces known shall last?
shadows fall along walls cast,
stark
&
dirty
in their pandemonium contrast,
today -
heart must resemble that of distempered glass,
putty in chemicals stronger grasp,
is it mine... truly walking under suns scorching rasp?
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
PoetryA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...
