under my eyes,
there are deep, dark caverns
where hellish demons
have chosen to reside.
they sink into my skin
and travel through my blood,
until they reach
what it is they seek -
my heart.
they are after life, after love,
as it is what they are far from.
their ideals seep into me
and I become their pawn.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
