winter nears and melancholy breezes; my panacea,
1000 doves soar the skies, seeking sanctuary for torpidity,
day drowns and the horizon swallows; my phobia,
children retire the streets, tongues blue of youth and sour candy.
a yawn of twilight and still, i lay in wait but my demons lurk in woe,
lingering and snickering in my head, fun tonight they promised,
lethargy gnawing my fibres, homeostatic to these inner foes,
once a free woman, now as a plastic doll like my sins surmised.
the hull is shed and done, the pistol farewells with a kiss,
i behold alice riddled with panic from my dry ashen eyes,
my capillaries run cold, cutting in my conscience a abyss,
911 won't save my soul levitating deaf to my body's decries.
why do i feel so light? a replay of my life behind my eyelids,
it's a miserable see as i behold my days as utter vanity,
my demons egad toyed my misery into a solitaire pyramid,
stupid love, bogus trinkets, flimflam in the stead of sanity.
why do i feel so empty? the heavens open above my head,
my devils reappear too and it's an enigma they're mute,
they're watching me climb up babylon washed in dread,
my sins and Elysium reject me but i still toil to her caput.
1000 doves from oblivion, for them the clouds depart,
napalm chains are broken, a cataract of calm rain on me,
then i saw it, a rapture, lambent lay waste to rags on me,
it was a sine from above, majestic and it healed my heart.
and i found my chromatica!
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PoetryA poisonous pool pertubatively plenteous and packed with programs in which Christopher, this poriferous punk provokes with pleasure, pines in pain and ponders with poetry, 2019 Watty Winner. Featured on Wattpad's official Poetry; Random.
