Are you a believerA Poem by Diabolicalbeard
are you a believer
i don't know if i am tell me a way probably take a life span a foreigner to familiar ground names scratch from trees like we never dated They all hear it Late night two phantoms debated was it just a mirage paste on my face its the torn collage sunset blood shines off the wine in the garage captured on camera i can no longer see refracted to form a false image of a connection that isn't guarantee was she Cleopatra or a fading counsel of a dying companion just another rock forgotten vultures don't visit me in the Canyon her lipstick is the dynasty we are just merchants just shortage of variety i fall in love with the ocean now it's a dead sea covered with liquid door attached by hinges with a broken key © 2019 Diabolicalbeard |
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