Time
Says I wanted out
Warm showers
Three hours
And a whole night to spare.
Room full of
Clipped cigarettes
Talks half finished
And a molding glass
Of chardonnay.
Bodies lay
Tired
Not touching
I keep my hands to myself.
I dont really want
anybody
It seems like a slight
Waste of emotion
When I could keep my windows clouded
For hours
Three whole hours
And then the lights dim.
My whole mind is sin
But I dont try to fight it
Anymore than Him.
The big eye in the sky
Seems paid off
By those white collared lies.
Sin sinner sinning
Sin
Sinner
Sinning
But how much of it really exists
Unless someone is brutalized
Or you cause the great die.
And how could
You even pull yourself to that
Extreme
Like driving your car
Off the edge of the world,
Plunge
Into black void theory
Death science
And corruption,
Creeping tendencies.
Destruction
Young child
Dont you know
This world thrives off of
About the Creator
Erika Edberg
Part time bard serving whispers from forgotten kingdoms.
windwitch.substack.com
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