Beneath this sordid stanza's, storm swept night such, eroglyphics ?
Frost upon his warping, window panes; oozing opaques, of blood red crimson's
Bleeding from these burnt sashes crying ashes; screaming amid the rain, Do you really
Know pain while shadows be her world and they all, but turn away ? Rotting
Flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed, as countless loved ones they wept
Deep inside she weeps ? Chasing off their waiting vultures, these; petrified spirits....
Sown beyound time's wailing trees; ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roaring
Latex lions cataclysmic lightning fables now colliding; the craving sea ? Apothean's, midnight winters recital.
Categories:
ethnologies, hello,
Form: I do not know?
Beneath this sordid stanzas storm swept night
Such eroglyphics; frost upon the warping window panes
Oozing opaques of blood red crimson, bleeding from burnt sashes
Crying ashes, screaming amid the rain....
"Do you really know pain," they asked
As the shadows of this world, did all but turn away
Rotting, flesh for the pellucid pelicans; thus decayed
While the countless loved ones wept; deep inside they weep
Chasing off the waiting vultures these
Petrified spirits, sown beyond the wailings trees....
Ethnologies exogenous, transluciating tumorous roarings; latex
Cataclysmic lightning of fables, now colliding, with the craving sea ~
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Apotheans, midnight winters recital!?
Note: Smile ~ This poem is about the darkened oppressions, repressions,
sufferage & plights, amid humanity within this, "Our World Today!"
Categories:
ethnologies, angst, life, sympathy
Form: I do not know?