sofyan17

  I fear life has defeated me So many times The taint of it Fazes me no more It's like sitting on the empty stairs of existence Drinking alone what doesn't even intoxicate Pieces of a torn poem in an impossible language Falling freely from palm, from fingers School is over, so is love Another fever, another bull All that hasn't been tried yet Nipping away at your soul Slow life Has a many tearful pull

Beauty, to us, is what comes in the night What was abused, trampled over, corseted tight But broke free to take once more flight Beauty, to me, is what comes inner-out What beast, whose talons have clutched it? What jealousy or poetry lies under the gash? Beauty is a tomb for the trembling, sweetest of hearts So i shall speak words of fire, and instill them in the pearly fabric of your back You mustn't forget that beauty, terrible, trembling Beauty never liked me, ... and never might