Spinning the pen
The thoughts come slow
Flowing through the
Eye of a needle
We are
We were
We will be
alone
Lost and disdainful
Uncomfortability of
Disjointed moments
Convoluted meanings
Convoluted instants
At the edge of a cave
Sharp, jagged edges
Teeth of the maw
Devour time
Blackness creeps
Pouring like ink
Staining without entrance
Into the mouth of Sadism
Into the mouth of lies
Into the mouth of
Disjointed existence
No recollection of
Last or
First
Just...
It's there
The cave is there
Jaws closing
Heart racing
Eyes drooping
Seduction of false peace
Fight it
Open your...
Sleep now
Comfort now
Then forget.
The sight fails either
Eyes shut or
Ink blurring
Visages
Chest raises
Doesn't fall
It's not true
It's not...
No point.
Maybe I will just sit
Maybe you will just
Maybe we will
Maybe it
Maybe it's ink
Upon blank pages
Nothing more
Lies
From caves
Fight it
Open your...
Sleep now
Comfort now
Then forget.
Did you write this Michael? It's tooooo awesome. I feel a sense of inspiration.
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Thank you guys! Yes I did write this, all original stuff. I'm glad you guys like it, there will be more to come.
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