Poem by: veltzshmertz
Temperature changes as quickly as can be, yet
The memory lingers as long as it may.
One bad temper has the ability to erase a million smiles
Devils writhe and slither over my bleeding heart
Is it poison or death?
Neither, it’s just bad thoughts
no ghost, no shadow Puppet – it’s me.
It is! In the flesh, in the soul?
Wait, can it be
Now I’m zoning out, I see my brain crowded and
Gloomy, a veil—behind my eyes
--> now the tip of my head
Now just a dot
I am not
- I like the things I wrote,
they might be harsh , they might be gloomy
but they all run through me...
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