Blame, Hearts, Poems and Brokenness...A Chapter by Dr. YumnaKayIn Collaboration with Silente...White-flames light gray names on the wall of shame, while pain is believed to be the seed of greed that fillets our brains ...Seamlessly... Vile release of craving and I scream, the butterfly sting of transparent opiates leave me stinger-less like a male honey bee, fails, money-trees, and right-of-way... The way crawls of chaos-dust laced with lunar-graves, fight the lay-away sensation of a crow eating your fate, and sashay away... Princess of blame. As an unknown band of a faraway land in the sands of time, caught betwixt the greasy slime of sublime thyme, rang out in brain-dead rhyme, I strive to achieve the hectic highs and lows of a life spent otherwise, but now time flies ...No compromise... Just a vague realization of recreational hallucination, manipulation coupled with ruffled mixtures of pictures engraved on the inside of my grave, reenactment of Satan's chimes as my mind lulls blindly, in fact dulls the excruciating pain... As you, Prince of my demise. Still rule my heart faintly... Faintly or not, I'm not a saint, the hearts in the paint, and a swathe of harm comes from loving a card taint As a lark starts to sing for me, but no sound abounds, tempting duress ...I simmer... My nouns are thin and drowning in a sea of crowns, my pain surrounds my frown, but still I round out syllables Hard-turned gullible, silk worth drivel, I use a felt-tipped stain to melt my syllabus like veal Heal the wilting flower, still ripping hours, that powerful sensation of dripping sour dirt, my earth is shattered and lurching to the side of orbit... Hope you know it... Princess of poets. Oh don't I know it, blame, hearts, poems and brokenness... Swimming in deep waters and lapping around murky weed hopelessly, I refuse to admit defeat sordidly Sorta crawling back, while ...Again and again... Thrown into the ocean's heft, what are you besides an empty vessel, wherein a figment of my imagination lies, while a glimmer of hope sparks, making me look up to the skies I withdraw from this state of non-being to a universe full of calamity, yet my soul searches, still reaches out to you... Sweet Prince of broken screams. Only you...
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Added on May 5, 2017Last Updated on August 7, 2017 AuthorDr. YumnaKayGlasgow, Scotland, United KingdomAbout|Dentist| |Poet| |Writer| |Realist| |Enthusiast| |Eccentric| |Egocentric| |Anti-social| |INTJ| |Cancerian| more..Writing
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