By the dockyard,
Made up of stars,
I see an ocean-
An ocean-
Brewed with poison,
And booze.
Gush of glacial winds,
Blowing past me'
And my bleak corpse,
That still bled
Black ichor.
Somewhere beyond that ocean,
Lied a cruise:
Portraying warmth
A sensation I only ever felt,
In my nightmares.
Feels like someone-
Spilled shades of
Darkness:
Into illumination,
Into a canvas
Where I once painted,
My hallucinations,
With my teardrops.
Which I mistook as elixir..
Cause everything,
Is a painting
That is being lived :
By a corpse,
Just like me.
~Krishna~
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PoesieI 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)
