*Squeeze limbs till demons be rinse as rain,
settle deep underneath crusts grain,
held within own damned fire tamed;it's and another's simple intake,
a feckless thought baked...
in pointing out the correct path to take;
sounds forged on tongue to subdue mine wounds,
heart recalculates by belies & autotunes;wait...
as I try to wake,
none dream task... even with forceful quake;Yet,
unless one's been held beneath stacking weight,
or several burned out fires have been raked;
even more so... passion drastically felt,
&
fell
&
failed -
you've no place in sharing blurted waste.
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Between Actuality & a Psychotic Embrace
ПоезіяA collection of my own combined styles of - Macro Poetry & QuoteArt, which = MacQuote Poetry. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you al...