Clawing at my eyes
Just to get a glimpse of you,
And licking the razor
To remember your taste.
I've shoved roses up my nose
But you're made of smoke.
Everything's pale in comparison
To the stars bleeding in my memory,
And I'll spend forever
Trying to catch you again.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (5)
Sad and disturbing.
Such a dark upsetting poem. I had a difficult time reading it. Impressive work, but very upsetting.
I love the way you personified love, made it this illusive character/ person that can never be properly attained or appreciated. Well done, SD!!
Next level yearning! Such dark and desperate lines! Impressive work, Silver!
so sad.