Seven days had I waited;
Had I waited for closure,
While my spine went numb;
Numb cause I am a mannequin.
Lurking around in this library,
Library of dead stars.
Remedy isn't my option,
Remedy is a snake;
Wraps itself on me,
Taking me away from:
The beautiful chaos-
Called crucifixion.
Tranquility caves in'
Lies on my empty bed-
Cause I'm a dissociated creep,
Who tries to find happiness,
In a tray of ash, thorns-
And empty liquor bottle:
While my tumbler remains empty;
Till eternity
And I sob,
And procrastinate
My emptiness while-
I wait for 7 more days;
Searching for closure.
~Krishna~
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PoetryI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)
