Dependancy.
(What an ugly word)
Intimacy.
(What a loving sound)
Illegitamacy.
(What a nasty thought)
Ascendancy.
(What a beautiful feeling)
The sounds of snoring and
The music coming from my speakers,
put me at some form of ease.
I am not used to this,
Dependancy and Realization.
What is this?
Dependancy?
The blood of the beetle?
The scab of the cockroach?
The cries of a new babe?
What is this?
Realization?
Death?
A passing bullet?
A new scar, blistering into a pus covered mess?
Sing me the sounds of ascendancy and sleep.
Sing me to the oblivion that is the mind at peaceful meditation.
Intimate writings of my cracked outer front eek into the skies of
Motionless night.
Be my guest,
Take a seat.
Watch my Maddness spiral into something
Beautiful.
-END
Anything in need of a tweak in this peice?
Comments
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wow vthis was so lovely. great imagery!!
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I like the way you've penned this. I think this sounds like you have a lot of things goin on in your mind lol!
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