Porcelain faces that change not, that hold no fault that brings my thinking to a halt
Faint cry's of children lost and forgotten
As their flesh falls off their bone and becomes rotten, they ask for a friend that would stay with them to their bitter end their eyes were blank and empty of any and all emotion, I try to comfort their cries but to no avail. I cannot fufill
Their wishes, for when dawn finally comes, I too shall vanish and my existence shall be forgotten and none shall know. But the seed that is sown will grow as the endless starlight's glow
Illuminating the night.
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I don't have much context as to why I wrote this
My memory has never been the best my apologies
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Mephisto's Anthology
Poetrya collection of old poems written by a younger version of myself I stumbled upon these recently and felt like Putting them out there. And I've been adding more to the collection whenever inspiration strikes They aren't properly punctuated Or writte...
