Poems from itstiery
we become engulfed
by the fiery pits below
as our indignation
seals our fate
of tempura state
we veil our piquing sorrow
with a facade so hollow
that skeletons appear more lively
than us who are buried under
the mountains of burden
we begin to disconnect
when we submerge
now our lungs occupied
poised on the throne
dividing worlds
life in the metro,
watching train lights come and go,
leaning his head low
music steadily,
hauling his sorrows lowly,
so adamantly
ice...
we dance on the edge of the night
waiting to be rose by the wind,
no longer being anchored by fear,
but rather taking our place
as the...