Poems, eptitaphs and endogenous writings

Faces in the Trees

Collapsing, the scent pollutes my system.
Horde, alien and disfigured, equal.
Animosity, we flee from fate, cynical.
Descent, the trench swallows them, shattered minds and forgotten souls.
Bodies, they had a name, inexpensive and erased.

Painted black, they are consumed by the soil.

Shock, quaking hearts,
Legion, disarray, uncontrolable.
Clones, replicated men, different and individual.
Dread, another John Citizen, life absent.
Tremble, the ringing grows louder, the warm copper stings.
Horror, familiarity indistinguishable, content with the inevitable.
Hope, steel frame loaded, tainted.
Desparate, a dice roll, it delivers.

Sudden relief, stripped of existence, he writes the final sentence of his story.

Green bleeds to red, saturated and permanent.

Ambience, seeds fall, planting into the earth.
Running from fear, a fate decided by man, an emotion manufactured.
Running, with no destination.
Calling for help.

Survivor, trapped and scarred, incomplete.
Memory, love and remembrance, tragedy.
Haunting, it lurks deep, stained.

Veteran, remembered by few, forgotten by many.
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Hiya, Teto here :3

I was drawing lips today, and I wanted to draw them like Gustav Klimt painted them on "The Kiss". One thing lead to another and I ended up writing this steamy pile of unstructured trash :/

P.S. I am gonna step up my game heh