I fell in love with porcelain
skin and hollow eyes, whispers
Of truth, tragedy, & sweet toxins,
Empty promises and cold hands,
She, my own carrion fairy come to
Take my flesh & muscles, blood & tears,
Sanity from my skull- I always knew
She would be the death of me, not a
Bittersweet release, rather, a cold
Ocean floor where I lay breathless
Drowning in narcosis with frenzied
Thoughts of her tangled in my sheets
Bleeding from the palms & knees,
But she was never beside me, never
Alive & writhing. She, the product of
All despised, from my own cursed mind.
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Sea of Ink
PoésieThis a collection of my poetry. Most of it is a little dark, as poetry can be.
