Greedily looking, stalking
I’m a rare one I can hear you
Pining
The world is a black hole and in it
I’m sinking
Because you’re fantastic and we are free
We know the world is shit
But we still love
Anyway
I’m a horror story we lie in a deep night full of tears and terrors
Our daylights bloody nightmares
Black and blue and orange inside
Rare inside we are
For not letting hatred cover us up
Rare we are for not covering up love
With fear
Rare we are for not letting horror
Seep out like a greedy word,
Slippery like a worm, elongated and pompous
The word that slithers in your ear and makes you feel eaten alive.
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Comments (3)
Oh...this is great! And that video! hahaha! Brilliant!
"Just when i thought i was out you pull me back in!" That was so true and delicious mentally breathtaking
You so effectively suck me into the vortex of your words every time I read your poetry!