Dark Poetry ~ Wedding Bows

Published: May 6, 2018, 4:07 a.m.

Spheres roll down flesh. Ducts are spent. Nothing left. Heart purged. Weaved words so inept. Knowing wretched distance flown. Taking my uniqueness, making existence an unworthy experience. Measure the gain, bitterness considering worth. Giving and receiving a fecal charade. Why is death the only reason, people grieve on this earth? Sullen faces in happy parades, […]