kings and queens think they're immune
everyone thinks that, too, apparently
everyone can't get enough of themselves
pricks, i'll show them
myriads, taking dives off the deep end
endlessly, there's too many to count, imagine if i had to
tell-tale signs of longing drip from their gazes
unidentified yearning settles in their irises
coming soon to a person near you, the mantra reads
kills thousands every day, but is never stopped
easier just to ignore it when it ain't affecting you, right?
debt when it comes to the mafia ain't cheap, though
accuse me if you want
when was i not doing my job?
accuse me if you want
you're just mad i took yours away
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
