Vacant over saturation
No matter the scene, know what I mean,
A wordy type of isolation.
Unfit for clarification
Secretly unscented in the like, yet plush
With a vacant over saturation.
Doomed to a heavy handed damnation
No blank pages allowed here, they demand,
In this wordy isolation.
Wicked tours through suffocation
Burned out eyes fit to unionize,
Vacant over saturation.
Wit created demonically but only for the litigation
Practices against my Hostage Taker,
Thus, this wordy isolation.
Do it as a jester,
Do it so the barrel doesn’t fester
In this Vacant over saturation
Detailed during a wordy isolation.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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Comments (1)
I actually liked how you sprinkled the vacant over saturation line in different parts of the poem. Quite impactful. Well done.