The shimmer of my blade
It calls me
Needs me
As I need it
To relieve the vexation
That threatens my perception
Of the world I inhabit
So the crimson red
Weeps from my lasserations
They croon their ailing laminent
And the raven of ruination
Watches closely
Pleasure shifts into ideation
And I cease to breathe
The embers of life
Slowly fading,
Fading
Fading away
As the raven of ruination
Watches closely
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Poems
PoetryThis is where I'll post poems I make from time to time. Some are to vent, and some are just because.
