So many thoughts clouded his head,
As he wondered if the night would ever end.
Hoping for answers from a God that never replies,
He seeks the answers elsewhere from a demon that always cries.
Folklores and juices,
Buisness and secrets,
Tunes and whispers.
Becoming a swarm of angry bees in his poor little head,
The man could take no more,
So he said his goodbyes and disappeared by dawn.
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Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
