Struggling to see,
A little light in me.
Broken outside the world,
Hiding away in solitary prison cells.
Trekking o’er bloody mountains,
And winds that are frowning.
Awaiting blasphemy.
Grinning in a masked season
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No rhyme, no meaning, no reason.
Huffed to responses,
Unbelieved, ‘unexpected’ and unfrowning.
Has one seen the vast deep ocean?
Has one read a poem unstirred ?
Is you drinking to be a bit more sober?
Are thy songs written as grimaces ?
If only I could say,
That I would ever stay.
Holding onto false promises,
Kept untouched,
Felt horrifying.
Staring at galant lives,
Unfinished,
All not sufficed,
With egocentric words,
Preserved with unfound deceits.
Rolled away,
Into straight,
Foreign stains.
