warm light floods the empty streets
i float on it with my dirty sheets
beside me booms deathly beats
letting out a sigh of defeat
ripping the silence clean and through
like the hole that you bored into
hands on chest it went through
the hole that is the shape of you
YOU ARE READING
the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
