Choke out any kind of sound,
it's an incredible blinding pain,
just let me laz right down,
in this saturating rain;
No wanting to be found,
scars jittering by liquid stain,
undesired memories constantly astound,
streets seeped lastingly of distain;
Generously offered tittering head pounds,
dwellings simply hold past with constraint,
Must!
the worst reminders never be buried underground?
makes mine weak putting all efforts towards restraint -
it's an unfair violence... none shall get to behold,
what was stolen
&
removed from my unworldly soul.
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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...