I will listen to your torturous words, I will embrace the depth of these sorrowful herds. I will bear all your venomous looks, and inscribe it into my fallen library of books. I will see to it that my eyes are open after you spread your sorrow, I will see to it that my soul rises to no tomorrow. But what will you do without me, can you continue being the colors that you be? How will you combat this disaster, how much guilt can you fill into this plaster? For you are now victim to this nightmarish tale, you are now victim to the ferocity of a female. You are now succumbing to this broken path, you are now glimpsing the fire of a feminist's poisoned wrath.
YOU ARE READING
poesy of doom
Poetry❝ why is nurturing sorrow like sprouting a tree, why are we not the humanitarians that we would like to be? ❞ ━ my book of poesy that drips of the warmth of saturn; the wrath of hades. do not read if you are not prepared to embrace this cryptical gl...
