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sweet escapism
disquisitionist
Entangled again with paranoia
stopped by for a drink
and wanted to stay the rest of my life.

It is warm to feel eyes
and heave slight hang'd under breast
all the things we've hidden
and watch me as I observe my own methods
life ag'd and wandering past directive.

Whiffs of hearts yearning to ache again
and feel the depth consum'd,
no strife to attain the pleasantry's order
only the chests' burnt cum loudly, timed for fools.

Oh, bow and beg for the final crack
the string detached, the chimera drunk.
It was only waiting for the wastes to settle
underneath breast and watched as I
turned swiftly, waiting for the eyes - the heave'd chest
to wait again a litre pump'd.

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