Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Loneliness.

In this loneliness
There is devastation
I see my body in putrefaction
My lips don't talk about anything anymore.

All that's left is ink and blood.
Mixed with the saliva of another being

My ideals were far away
My ideas my poems my everything

There's nothing left
It's just that this loneliness ate me whole

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