weeps...
cutting...pallid...
canvas of anemic images
can be seen by these ailing eyes
Streams of cosmic meddling
gyrating spectrum of phantasm
reliving pieces
zoetic in dynamic prelude
a decrepit's vanilla brain bonk...
Troops of quietude
tried to mingle with multicolored lights
emitted from the Christmas tree
tormenting this earsplitting silence...
Sentiments never bail out these sickish lips
reefed...laid-low...doomed...
take this bug in me
this bug eclipses in hell's cloak
impaling the weeks gone passed
I hate the decrepitude it created
my prime pleasure killer
As the burning candle weep
melted flames infusing my arteries
cutting...pallid...
canvas of anemic images
can be seen by this ailing eyes
a distant decrepit...i become...
Don't finish me yet
i'm not well rehearsed for my funeral
repulsive submarine
my imminent low...
before, the crisp winter wind blew me
each blow teeming with toxic spell
each breath...each flutter...
paradisiac...flawless drown.
Who would thought i'd breathe the wicked poison
out of mother nature's breath?
Was it your fault...
Was it mine...
Was it...the totality?
As the burning candle continued to weep
I lit the lemon grass incense
hoping the healing aroma
could ease the befuddling inside me
my eyelids half close
and again I submerge to the torrents of my favorite songs
leaving all questions to the unknown.
Don't finish me yet
i'm not well rehearsed for my funeral
repulsive submarine
my imminent low...
before, the crisp winter wind blew me
each blow teeming with toxic spell
each breath...each flutter...
paradisiac...flawless drown.
Who would thought i'd breathe the wicked poison
out of mother nature's breath?
Was it your fault...
Was it mine...
Was it...the totality?
As the burning candle continued to weep
I lit the lemon grass incense
hoping the healing aroma
could ease the befuddling inside me
my eyelids half close
and again I submerge to the torrents of my favorite songs
leaving all questions to the unknown.
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