Wednesday, September 27, 2023

An Ill Apple

You are a dream I wish to bring to life whilst being a nightmare to my reality. Waking from sorrow in demands of an unforgiving world. Life forgave me in its behalf with the risk of abiding its words. The sound of melancholy and humor in one room is the path that the masses have chosen to take. Today will not be any different than that of tomorrow. The wish that eloped in between your restless lips are now nothing but a scornful secret. Every vision imagined turned disarray in the eyes of envy. Rivers now valleys houses the lost, as how dunes drown the fearful. Names have become inscribed terror into the cave of spite. Soon to be reduced into nothing but meaningless dents upon its walls. Ears will reduce into a liability, as how no one seems to know how to use them correctly. My body is nothing if its purpose is to never not embrace you.

The World's Façade III

      The absolute sure will grow into an infinite doubt. Like a newborn assumed to be the epitome of innocence, shall change into the human...