An Ache to Transpire
Pretty much a "woe is me" poem from way back, when I thought I could be creative and all "Allan Poe" like lol. Yes I am aware how very far off the comparison is. Regardless, please let me humour your senses:
Oh sweet sorrow, How I become thee. Why have I not embraced Your tender frigid limbs? The tender limbs of insanity. Why have I not kissed Your sweet trembling lips? The sweet lips of death. You come to those who wait, Yet insanity comes to many. Throw away the heart. Throw away the desire. Let the void of nothingness, Consume and transpire.









