Day 8
My eyes are blind with damnation
Hate is instilled spreading this contamination
My ears are deaf with deceitful lies
Lies and slander all that banter may propaganda reign
My sense of smell dead with Distain
Hierarchies built on Tyranny smiting any well-founded noncompliance
My sense of taste scored with oppression
Dissected all humanity is malicious upon psyches
My sense of touch not dead but numb
Love not seen by many held on to by few all good things touched by humans
Decompose.
Hate is instilled spreading this contamination
My ears are deaf with deceitful lies
Lies and slander all that banter may propaganda reign
My sense of smell dead with Distain
Hierarchies built on Tyranny smiting any well-founded noncompliance
My sense of taste scored with oppression
Dissected all humanity is malicious upon psyches
My sense of touch not dead but numb
Love not seen by many held on to by few all good things touched by humans
Decompose.
Short little poem there for you. Today that is all I have hope you like them <3.
May this suffice until all of my suns rise before the last time I see that dark night sky. This white light is it a moon or a swan on a lake graced with black fate. To the light I go wait am I laying here in the snow. Much larger becomes the sky as I travel high and pass by. I am on the outside looking in. This glass shell holds water with houses and hills if you shake it hard the snow may fall. This globe may shake the earth with such a thunder that even zues screamed.
Email this story 
Print Story 
Add to reading list
