The Vintage Loner (evidentdecay) wrote in gardenofwhores,
The Vintage Loner

my doom

i scream when i wake up
visiting a strangers dream
you`re made of wax when you realize
you could melt by the fire in her eyes

rose pedals cut sharper then razor blades
the key to joy is the rain on your days parade
my glossy shadows hold no lies to idealize
the tall tales that have kept me scilent somehow

climb and crawl somewhere somehow
walk tall and fall short
look up to bring me down

you could never make the waves of pitty and
make me drown
you cant
bring me down
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Cool i love poetry. very artist!