Relentless aesthetic Apprehensive apathetic Pathetic anesthetic Anesthetic pill in my whiskey to rinse the nerves of the thrill
By Izra Rudolfo6 years ago in Poets
I tread in the rain Amongst grainy terrain I'm passing the fork Brought forth to the bridge Betwixt love and despair Dreams that I don't care for anymore
Do you hear that? It zoomed right by us The bus to get to work Not only does it rain every week but my boots have holes, I'm soaked
The boy had excessive dreams Concentration was cloudy like the days on the horizon Disregarding all warnings, he continued to plow through for personal gain
