Reveling After Dark

Not built off rose colored rhymes Rather filth fire and the rot of time Stories whispered too dark for sleep Smoky muses begin to slowly creep Art of the past and possible emerge Electric waves through fingers surge Sleep cast aside in favor of medicine Rinse repeat but never ever rescind Originally cultivated from hardness Enough room for love and fondness Inspirational roots come from depth Backstories cast in darkness’ breath Forged steel from abandoned sins A poet’s soul wears a tattered grin