Poems from morbidly_curious
The words on your lips
Could make dying men smile;
But my stomach does flips:
Your nature is to beguile.
We talked until the sun
Blazed...
Stumbling aimlessly down a dismal, unlit road,
Unconsciously steering myself towards pristine beginnings.
A world anew, sky white as the...
Rise from your black grave
Feel the pulse of my blackened heart
Match your ideals with my most base urges
You are my shadow; I am your...
The brilliant white morning light
Pierces
Through the clear sliding doors nearby,
And I
Wince slightly as it comes, releasing a vexed...
When I reach my home,
Which is surrounded by none other
Than the reach of woodland across the way,
I keep my eyes cast down
And ignore...