Monstrosity rise to reoccupy
my daylights in darkness when all is dead.
Starved spirit screaming for sincerity
loudest being is the moon's throbbing head.
In the absence of both humanity and
established schesis to shield competence,
we pander pretensions expletory
feverishly finding effervescence
Of impeccable canniness idly
blinded by the glory of lull nightfall
we hanker hedonic identities
Bypassing the bias of semi-slumber
to mistake megalomania with
what comes when the sunrise, sincerity.
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Tender
Poetrystruggles have never been so beautiful. TENDER by FULLOFMOON is an attempt to capture the essence of the human experience, specifically our abstract yet common struggles. Running themes are human emotion, existentialism, and infatuations. These the...
