Rooftop Marriott throneA Poem by DiabolicalbeardThoughts
the dark is my apprentice
soft tissues in my coffin i felt a warm presence bear crawls outta my sentence why do you stare is youre makeup the essence doors open is their privacy i climb pile mattresses while wolf's slaughter society i can't say i care rooftop Marriott throne defying mystery and gravity give me grace I'm the pharoah that horus embrace my mom buried me with hieroglyphs on my face couldn't love couldn't touch and taste send me to saturn my hate shattered they're gather harpoon on a ladder © 2019 Diabolicalbeard |
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