Those walls hunch, covered in molding floral wallpaper
Dishes of abandoned scraps left on the marble counters
Aching hearts and pulsing dreams left in the trash bin
Unwoven crimson seams next to bags of forgotten waste
It'd happened before again and again, a repeating cycle
Written in the stars in the sky and the blood on the street
The consequence of destiny and a never-ending defeat
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Sea of Ink
PoésieThis a collection of my poetry. Most of it is a little dark, as poetry can be.
