Fixate

conscious ghosts of white upon grey matter

creasing out membrane into the floral acidity

within the crushed grounds

whose aroma screams warmth of blood level increase

that hearts pumped wastful intoxication

craving the necks of ropes

who stretch thoughts deep into our

scaffold like patterns

wondering if we could return

to the sensation of war

while droplets fell from the sky

awakening our loins, drowning our bodies

where we regret the life once lived

in the brown fog of dirt within skin

growing into budding destruction

of hearts that wish to kill the immortal within

so cough betrayl of our souls

return to consume like dogs the vomit of prolific intent

we have no growth left

until calcified bones scrape and scream

digging and bleeding through cracked pupils

steam covered tissue of pollution

surfacing and growing into

black matter

Reviews

I enjoyed this write, it has some depth,

in a way it was cute as well.. Awesome!

[Octob3r Star]

Cool write.