the games have turned, the rules have changed
hanging on the sharp edges with scarlet hands
stars in my midnight eyes fall under their gravity
losing all my light, i made deals with the devil
in fairy lights, i was tangled; electrocuted, i wept
they wait for me to collapse into the void again
but zero cannot fall into nothingness, they forgot
no one catches my dead eyes, my lifeless corpse
and the clowns have wars, fighting for the crown
that belongs to those who lose first to themselves
they whisper behind my back, can't face my rage
and i add fuel to the fire, it can't harm what's burnt
as they get entwined in the same toxic fairy lights
get stabbed from the same broken pieces of glass
burn, collapse, and turn into huge black holes too
i get drunk on glasses of poisoned wine with death
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
