from a puddle of blood
my "quora"♡ still beating
says: get up
I tear out the sorrows
they run through my veins
hope
is born
from brand new mornings
caress my soul
don’t lose your calm
invest your time
in reaching the dream
the board shake
I drink from the map
I get lost in the inks
where nothing can reach
good cards arrive
I wasn’t betting
the ace of spades
cutting the losing streak
slowly
it rips
enjoy the feat
the taste of life
is bitter
like insulin
I cook
I season
I bury what’s old
abort on the pavement
vomit with my dreams
what I feel hurts
verses aren’t enough
reflections in the mirror
are fading away now
I’ve lost my mind
I can’t find the map
the ellipses on the planisphere
turn me into a dead men
punctuation isn’t enough
paid exclamation
truths revealed
from working on calm
mandate
deatiny
owner of the path
I find a pearl
surrounded by shit
my eyes now shine
abundance arrives
but it’s not enough
I’ve lost hope...
...
..
.
or not??
:)
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