*
Heart raking gravel by steady strums,
forever convinced I am to revert
& repulse sordid humdrum,
veins filled by long nighted glum,
vocals wearied of waves cracking hum,
one couldn't manifest such hell I've ran from -
excuse mine abruptness & departure,
believe senses being captured,
never shall mine intend,
nor play again...
such surrending martyr.
Between Actuality & a Psychot...
TAHinsonE84
A collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my... Еще