Narrowing eyes,
Not to effuse suspicion
But to hide tears
From the unworthy.
Now, I close them entirely to hide the world in my sockets.
It's a whole different grey matter,
A whole new signal
To draw the line
Before the black dwindles into the blind.
Will I ever want to wake up?
Sever the ties,
It's not a warning anymore.
It's a command.
For all the nerves that've pulled apart and together;
Use the silk of Saturn.
Obtrusive exhibits are done for,
Forget the predetermined roles set by yourself.
It's time to serve honesty.
Do I want to wake up now?
Who knows, but I'll get ready.
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And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
