Endless darkness measures flight
Open boxes filled with spite
Not a star behind the light
Lost the will to fight, to fight
Same old rhythm, same old beat
Same old symptom of defeat
Same old socks upon my feet
Same demons to beat, to beat
Still a building hill to climb
Promise of a steep decline
Compromises, lack of time
Still another rhyme, a rhyme
Endless rhythm darkness hill
Emptiness beyond my fill
Lost the demons; fight and rhyme
Promise symptoms, stars align
Emptiness beyond my fill
Deadliness upon this hill
Penniless without a thrill
Only time to kill, to kill
Only time to kill
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Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)
PoetryWhat starts with a sandbox and ends with an epigraph? My first collection of poems.
