fault in the seems
desire to pity
falsetto dreams
admire the pretty
–
collectively worn
as a lost iron eye
synthetically born
with the purpose to die
–
hung by the sleeve
enamoured by many
gorge ’til they bleed
their throat, filled with pennies
–
the skyward white sound
screaming stars to ascend
a call to the hounds
by the voice of a friend
–
buyer beware
of the Cerberus gate
all teeth no hair
and a belly of hate
alea iacta est
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“synthetically born with the purpose to die ”
“gorge ’til they bleed their throat, filled with pennies”
Interesting lines.
Thanks 🙂
Nice wording. Liked it.
Thank you 🙂
VERY GOOD INDEED
Thank you very much! 🙂