A Matter of What You Don't Have

Reedles

Hey, figure

Drowned in burn

At the back of the throat

Taciturn

Repeatedly demote

Don’t worry, dark man of outside

With bright heart in

It’s just a matter of what you don’t have

That least is said

Please plan, and seek your conquest

Otherwise you might just become better than us

Scream, yell, when it pleases

Put up that front where none is needed

I know the truth

Like I do with many in this world

You’re better, better than them all.

Reviews

[For Worse]

I like the darkness of your writing. It's enticing, and it lures me in. Nice work.

[ObscurityNone]

Thank you.

[C.C. Marx]

I really like the way this flows nice job :)

[ObscurityNone]

Thanks, C.

[C.C. Marx]

no problem Vincent :)