Ha! Into the face of Death I laugh, And Death laughs with me! Ever drifting, ever shifting, scythe;drown Towards thy fate,
By Marcus Romano4 years ago in Poets
You | I This falsity that persists Thoughts of You and the cavern, that sits It seems to stretch: is infinite But how could one line,
So, She stood, at a stop Looking: fo(u)r ; an answer So; I gave her: A, question to ponder It was an interesting One
I am the Darkness becoming: clear (And I Control You) I am the Heat you try to hide (And I Control You) Woo! Hoo!
Building my Self, a -house of cards Not; a place to dwell There is only -now- Two-morow? It has no mean-ing No opportunities to back out
Nothing but waves surround Us Quite the high-larity Of Singularity! Our mind is but A conscious Built brick by brick, with mortar
A Wager on Clouds I-Magin-Airy armada drifts along the ocean; Sky To day, is a day, men Will: DIE They will not cry
I was riding around with a rich white lady Drunk on Absinthe, Hope and Loss Words dripped from my tongue; decadent diaries
Water, water! It is my body Inner flame, a fire, into steam Raise higher! Along the spire, out from mire Into the world of dreams