
written under the flesh
of my disguise
crimson words speak
of burdens unbearable
ink blots pouring
out from me
mishappen shapes
night coloured dreams
βwhatever happened to the girl
i used to know?β
they would speak
i scoff light heartedly
as the pitter patters of rain
paint grey strokes of stain
flooding my lungs
thereβs an ocean living
inside me
dazzling as sapphire
a no-mans-land
no sand to bare your footprints
though they try to nonetheless
claim their territory
with white red and blue flags
but donβt you know
the moon has no father?
so further i go
into that place of
welcomed nightmares
where blackness wraps
itβs blanket around my body
βhow could you ever know me!β
words of scarlet spew out of
my mouth
dry as golden deserts
i canβt seem to cry like i used to
no river running
a burnt bridge smudging
the sky shades of steel
and who
lit the damn fire?
words written under
my flesh
About the Creator
planet. V.
ethereal being grounding into mother earth
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