poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Human emotion,A Kalediscope of travestiesAbsurdities and wrongdoingsLike painters ripping their souls outand pouring it on paperLike a black whole of colossal damageand like the wood of woodpecker,just peck, pecking at the skin,deeper each time,slightly more rougher,Leaving coarser edges,Leaving slightly more corrosion to a tainted heart,Setting fire to a dying Sun,To reignite the Phoenix that was […]