A Regretful Restort of a Retort
Raw ebbs of despair and regret flow from the mouth of a beautiful being Telling the ends of the tendrils to press the thorns a little less this time Escape the figments of reality for a moment, an instance, or a thought Forgotten the want or the perishing of a memory Lest it be the anxious or the overwhelmed endeavor Chastise one not the forked tongue of a plenty Slither the hate and distraction on another side of the avenue Bowl over the wicked salutation of a yester-year Starve the idea with an illuminating revolution Sit upon the high throne and take judgement Until the base begins to crumble and disintegrate to dust Ashes to ashes and rot to lunch Soon these words with place a firm fist to a gut Just another spill out of a mind all closed up Doors slammed to a nailed resolution Windows glued with an envy of futility Gluttonous speeds transcend a new concept or mistake Forms filled to the brink Ink smeared across the face of a whisper Only to be destroyed by a hither
11/15/2012 12:32 AM
